
I swear I'm going to lose it. I'm listening to my favorite songs, and I'm not hearing my favorite songs. I don't listen to music while I write, because the extra noise distracts me. But who am I kidding, I don't even write! I need to get over all this. Get over them. But like music, sound is only such, meaning comes with hard work and expression. And I have little left to express. I fear the day will never come that I can delete this comment, and I will never be able to call this piece the Death of Music, and call it an idea, a whim. As things are, it is my life. Hehe.
Category Poetry / All
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