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| What my mind might have looked like |
experiences in these past hours. There are many things i've encountered and many thoughts which have taken root within my mind. But the day has left me with no more energy with which to build. I am overwhelmed.
So as my day ends, instead of putting pen to paper (or more literally, fingers to keyboard) i sit with my guitar and let everything pour out into music. Thoughts turn into chords, fears into rhythms, as i journal with melodies.
Tonight, my music is my honesty.
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