I’m stressed out I want to sit down. There’s only a place in which when you sit, your fingers free all your anger. A rhythm flows smoothly from my head to my toes. Melody is now floating in the air, fills the room I forget everything I feel, I’m concentrated in nothing, I’m concentrated in feeling free, I’m not only concentrated in playing the piano, but I’m concentrated in being one with the piano.That "piano" on the top, I made it out of cardboard on highschool... isn't it cool?
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Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule, thats why u feel so free.
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