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My Music
Folder:
The Ones I Call Poetry Turn it up,
Play it loud,
Making sure that I can hear the sound,
Drow it out,
Kill my thought,
These I have, only make me hurt,
Life it makes,
No sense to me,
When all of it comes simultaneously,
But my music,
It say what I can't,
It helps take the worries out of my hands.
