My Loss Would be a Tragedy

Sound and melody,Perfect symmetry,Without I could not live. The loss of my voice,Would be the loss of my entity.My entire existence,Meaningless. As I would lose my passion,My escape from reality.All of which beholds my personality. Must I say anymore of my loss,Uninterested I am of anything else.Senseless I would be if I could not sing,I live by the law of melody.Consumed I am with my own expression. 

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