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One thing leads to another.

When it rains it pours, at least that’s how it seems to be when it comes to me and bad days.

Or any bad thing in general.

One thing makes it all better, though.

Got my earbuds in.

Volume on high.

The world dropping to mute.

It might be the sweet voice of Taylor Swift.

It might be the smooth voice of Rob Benedict.

Or the familiar growl of John Cooper.

Whatever it is the one thing that makes me feel better.

That one thing is music.

Music fixes all things.

Music is what makes me feel good.

Music is my voice when I can’t find the words to speak now.

Music is what makes me carry on like a wayward daughter.

Music heals better than anything else does.

Music makes me feel better than any drug ever could.


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