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I want to be the muse for each part of who you are & who you will becomeI want your thoughts of me to play gently through your mind as my fingers do on each key that I brush over I need for my laugh to be the charming staccato you hear in your
Later day,
  It was dark, by my eyes and by my mind. I stared blankly forward, trying to gather my bearings that were scattered beyond my sight. My head felt two tons heavy and my arms felt two pounds light.
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