Music. Divine giver of breath. Echo of hope. A light in any storm or any shred of darkness. It is the only thing that used to matter. It was something that forced my very mind to react...my very consciousness to focus on the one thing that I could understand out of the chaos that surrounded me. It was my one escape.
When I felt lost in the world I turned to music to brighten the endless night. When I was alone it was my only companion. When I was broken it was the only thing that could put the pieces back together. Music rescued me from my depression.
-Shattered_Reality
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