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The goodness in people is quite. but the fear in all of us is vibrant.

Sometimes it takes a stoic poet for us the know the silver lining.

Walking the fineline of this isnt.

Just to be reminded and slightly guided toward it did happen.

Taking a breath in.

Its better to try and face the music again.

Seeing if it ends with a different progression.

Add a new composition and try a new intrument of thinking.

Generalize the beats into a synconization of this is who'll I'll be.

Follow the melodies of this is my life.

Let the music speak.

Ups and Downs, Stops and Flows.

Humming pains turned into power plays.

Lay down the beat of change.

Progress toward a new outlet, change the genre when something was said.

Started out as piano, then turned into emo, back again to classical.

Its magical the way it tunes in.

A sad violin or a ambient guitar, music speaks the heart.

We all dance to different vibrations on earths crust.

everyone has their own muse playing softly from the darth of lifes dealt cards.