Everything is so loud.
I can hear it all.
The anger in the voices.
I try to block it out.
Nothing works.
I lay thinking about a quiet place.
Where there is no sound.
The only sound is the music.
The music I wanna here.
The music that hides every mistake.
The music that makes me smile.
The music that makes me cry.
The music that makes everything better.
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Quick Writes
RandomThese are just some things that I write when I'm sad, happy, mad, nervous, or even when I'm bored
