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Music... How to put it.
I've long viewed music as the life line to my sanity. Not in the creation part, as I have no musical talent, but in the enjoyment and the ability to relate with another human being so compleatly in such a short time. The combination of lyrics and notes, mixed together in such a chilling way as to relate a part of your past back to you, though they have never met you, or to relate a part of their past to you, though you have never met them. Or, on rare occasions, when a really talented artist comes along and does both, showing that there IS some one else in this world who, even though they have walked a differnt path than you, understands you pain/fear/hate/joy/love/happyness. When there is nothing else in this world to hold my attention, when I care not if the person that lives next door to me drops dead, I still know that I can pull out a CD or turn on the radio, and there, somewhere in the world, is a person who understands me and whom I can understand in return. If there is no other proof of God, this alone could make me a believer.
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Bad spellers of the world untie!!!
I am the one you warned me of
I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant.
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