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A Means to Escape
Not for my body, but my soul.
The ache to get away.
The chaos is maddening,
My world is flipping upside down.
I need an escape.
I need my sound.
The harmonies and melodies.
Those sharps, flats, and naturals.
They are my sounds,
My escape.
The notes are a symphony with my broken heart.
Expressing things I cannot express.
My pain, and hurt, and confusion.
They are released in the forte of it all,
Making peace finally find its way back to me.
Music.
My expression and my way of life.
Without it, I may die.
Through it though, my mind is saved.
Only with the powers of song.
