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By Too Blinded by the lips of L*O*V*E* to taste their sweet poison!

the radio is turned up blasting my favorite mix a little norah jones some john mayer the feel good music i'm swaying with the beat free and graceful i know i look foolish but behind my closed bedroom door i feel empowered My body becomes the rhythem my heart pounding in perfect harmony i am a song a sweet melodic story i change my genre according to my mood a little death metal to relive anger some rap to let my pain flow easy listening, blues, and jazz when the world is my playground pop rock for the giddy me alternative for when i'm sad and depressed but it is still my home made to fit me at any time my skin against the world my passion my desire my obsession music still swaying rocking with the music acting very foolish but in my eyes graceful to me there is no one better the music is still blasting and i am still a song

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December 23, 2005 03:53wishing_on_stars

I know exactly how that feels. It's wonderful.

May 31, 2007 06:14mytruth

Amazing poem. Keep it up.