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i pound the keys until the ache calls for me to stop, but i wont stop. this is the only sound breaking my silence mom grandma everyone weeps for me as i pour my emptiness from my fingertips i am absent in sound they say god can cure this love. my fingers dance across the notes i am nailed to this chair this song is forever, not a phase. it will linger long after i walk away from these keys i am silent no more —bb, 13
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