The music pounds.
It is my heartbeat.
The crescendo rises,
Just as my ache does.
Numb.
Numb.
Numb.
Stop the music,
Stop the pain.
Without the pain,
You didn't exist.
It's all in my head,
In my heart,
In the music.
It pounds.
My heart beats,
Numb.
Numb.
Numb.
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