Daughter, student, peanut butter enthusiast.

Sat, 02/28/2015 - 13:28 -- md1414

Daughter, student, peanut butter enthusiast.

The list goes on and on.

I am many things: a different person every hour of the day.

I can be hard to understand,

Hard to reach at times.

My heart is not an open house,

My mind boasts a set of tightly locked iron gates at its front.

I do not often let people in.

But things are different when there's music.

It is my translator, my link to the outside world.

It is the key to those gates I like to keep closed.

When I sing, I am open, present.

When I sing, I am the purest form of myself.

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