Music.

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I lie awake
The late night thoughts always overtake
I hold my stuffed animals tight
Try to keep from making too much noise
The tears stream down my face

I must restrain from the blade
The blade is bad
I am stronger then the blade

I set up my sheet music
Pull out my viola
Try to see through the tears
And I play

I let myself slip into the music
Slip into elegant tones
Everything slips away for the moment
The tears dry

I am me
Only then is when I find myself 
Asleep...

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