Music is the Way to GoA Poem by Fear Corrupts! "
* * * * * * * Cliche slashes mark her arm's, Bloody slits, fatal harm. Dusty records lay in her hand's. Dying to the sound of her favourite bands. Electric guitar, her mental break. Vocal Harmony, her peaceful escape. The rhythmical beat that gave her this high. Music, the final voice, her last goodbye.
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8 Reviews Added on December 30, 2008 Last Updated on August 1, 2009 AuthorFear Corrupts!Wastedville, CanadaAbout''Often what defines one's wisdom is not what one knows, but what one can predict " "Don't let other people determine your actions or alter your personality. Your reputation belongs to you, and is .. more..Writing
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