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i wrote this in 8th grade and i got published |
I look in the mirror, I see a mystery. So many things i can be, But one passion sings out to me. Music is my soul. Deep down my heart screams, that only the sweet beat of rythem, matters to me. My life is the tone, My heart plays the beat. My soul is the vocals, that sings aloud to me. I look in the mirror, I find my mystery. My passion for music, sets my soul free. |