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Music was prescribed as my medicine. 

To calm down the adreline, that came on rushing in.

Playing the song again, and again, and again.

Looping and looping like a old broken record until the end.

A song was sung, making me try to release the emotion.

Like catching a high, sitting still no motion.

Going in one ear and out the other, like taking a real long smoke.

Not of dope, but of harmony

Slowly breath in and out the melody

Which is tellin' me

Forget about the pain, numbing the heart

For a temporary night.

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