My head is a busy place.
There's always a ton of thoughts zipping around,
Trying to organize them and failing.
There's always a song stuck in my head
Because I live with music
In music
I embody it.
N0w
My brain is silent.
I don't have any thoughts.
A single emotion
Is all that's there
And I feel hollow
Useless.
There isn't any music in my head
And I need there to be.
I need a song.
To fill my heart with other people's problems.
I want to run away from my own.
Silence
But the worst possible kind.
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