And I play music
because it's the only thing I can do
And I hear
because it's the only thing I can strain myself to do
And I whisper
because it's the only way I can speak
And I cry
because it's the only way I can express myself
And I bow my head
because it is only honorable
And I touch my fingers on the keys
because it's the only way to feel in control
— piano and headphones are my only saviors
- Counting Sheep
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Fairy Dreams
PoetryIt all started with you... *All poems are created and owned by me. Should anyone use my material without permission, it can lead to severe legal disputes and potential infringement claims*
