M usic, a huge part of my life.
U niversal language for all.
S ounds that help, calm or ignite.
I t's magic never fails to pull.
C omfort from pain,
always something to gain.
music talks straight to my brain.
If it wasn't for music,
simple and plain,
I think I would end up insane.
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Twenty five year old male from Sudbury, Suffolk, England. I write poetry, quotes, songs and the rare story. Thanks to all who follow, like or re-post xxx
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