Running Through My Viens

Music;The last thing I blast before I lie down at night; the first thing that i thirst for in the morning;I feel gay as the beat runs through my mind all day; Its my language; without it life would be an empty space and a dull boring place; music is joy leaving behing the pain; the words and rhythm run through my viens; It can make any day of mine into something more than fine.

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