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Listening to the arithmetic beat of the bass feels me with warmth. It floods through my blood, almost changing the beat of my heart matching with it's own. The music and I have our own language, we speak to each other without words. The headphones splits us apart from the normality of the world. Here I travel alone.

By autumnleaves, October 31, 2014.
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Click. Static. Pop. This happens in a beat as I plug my headphones in to the keyboard. I play a chord and it seems like the deep, rich sound echoes through the room. But it doesn't. It echoes from the quiet place in my own world.

By catcatmeow, February 23, 2014.