There's hate, but then there's love. The other only produces self pain, but the latter is liberating. You decide. And sometimes the music touches my soul, to the point where I am never the same again. The stimuli ignites my ears,penetrates my soul and I become undone, numb-left in awe.
Love. Hate. Healing
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