Music, by SkierGirl
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My music is blasting, I tune out the world. My mother might be calling, I don't care. The phone could be ringing, I don't care. Life might be passing by, I don't care. All I cae about, is my music blasting. |
| Posted: 2010-08-11 03:56:49 UTC |
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| 2010-08-15 23:35:14 | izzy |
| haha i do the same sometimes | |
| 2010-09-14 18:02:36 | Autumn Leaves |
| Totally!! I do that all the time at home!! Good poem! | |