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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Bobbing my head. Tapping my foot. Swaying my head. Mouthing out lyrics. Humming melodies. Seeming to enjoy top 40 pop hits. Something rips out the headphone, previously lodged into my ear. Ow. I look up, Brad standing above me. Headphone in his hand. Villainous grin across his face. A weird look glides my face. His headphone gets shoved in my ear. As my mind realizes the sudden assault, the sound engulfs me. Swallows me whole. Transports me to a place I’ve never been. Encased in a bubble. Encompassed in a world, I didn’t know existed. My mind can’t register anything, besides the music. Completely oblivious to the outside world. Symphonies of sound, explode in my ears. I close my eyes. Taking in the music, focusing on the lyrics. Rocking back and forth. A smile creeping onto my face. The song slowly comes to an end. The artificial world I created, disintegrated before my ears. The temporary escape, was deceased. Like a family member you didn’t know too well. You never got to fully understand them, till it’s too late. “Did you like it? The bands called Panic! At The Disco,” Brad inquests. I nod my head affirmatively. He smirks, as he places the metallic cd player onto my bed. He exits the room. I shove the headphones, quickly into my ears. Starting the cd again, letting it soak into my mind. Surprisingly finding utmost pleasure, in something so simplistic. I focus more into the lyrics, not necessarily knowing the meaning. While I listen, I escape. Tears prick my cheeks. Empathizing with the emotion and distress in Brendon’s voice.
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