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Music is always on your mind In every cell in your body You need it to survive Whithout it we are nothing It is used for every occasion With its beat our souls bind It moves through us all
You've always been someone else's shadow, You've always been a shoulder to cry on. Its time to shine with your own light, Time to actually live your life.
I used to think about it everyday: suicide. Literally everyday. What I would think about is who would care, how would i do it,
In society people pin themselves in categories Ones that they aspire to be apart of Ones they are apart of And ones that they want people to think they're apart of This causes shame