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lost in the music
2004-03-15

the voice of my hurt and anger
right there in front of you
I sit silently on the floor
leaning against my bed
my eyes are closed
my door is shut
leave me alone to vent
silently
blast it out loud
so everyone can hear,
this is how angry I am
squeeling guitars
screaming vocals
they hate my music
they hate me

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