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My hair is held back
with a faded purple bandana
but it still falls in my face.
My head is down,
and I’m walking fast
trying to beat the raindrops.
My headphones are in my ears
but no music pumps through them.
Today my inner monologue
is just a bunch of trumpet sounds,
and it’s all the noise I can take.
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There are those days.. those days when not even our most beloved music is possible to endure...
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