I am reminded of my past in the music that I listen to. Shrapnel of the collisions are permanently lodged in my bones. Even who I was back then is trapped in these musical chords. It's something I both love and hate.
When I feel my identity escaping me, I can turn to my music. But at the same time, those very same tunes wrench my heart into dark places.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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