Music.
its an adventure.
to have my fingers just dancing on the piano.
tears streaming down my cheecks.
onto the sheet music.
sobs.
echoing from me.
just turn into the beautiful music.
i forget it all.
as my feet flutter from pedal to pedal.
a, b, g sharp, and now c.
stop now.
dont cry.
im not miserable.
im not suffering.
im perfectly fine.
now practice that again.
just one last time.
have that sound eco through the empty house.
just one last time.
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