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Write this. Draw that. All the while, the beat never leaving my ears. Talk but I wont listen. Not because I don't want to, but because the music is so loud in my ears, the only thing I can hear is the words that pop in my mind. Crank the beat, getting lost in its groove. My pen to paper as I methodically write stories that pop into my mind. I never have felt this way before. Never had this kind of power rule me from my hands. I've always took my frustration out in writing, but never like this. I feel like I am the person I've been trying to be for years. I cant even explain what I'm feeling. I've never belonged in the kitchen. I belong at my bed, blasting music and writing stories that no one can ever imagine. A new line of sight has come over me. heart heart heart heart heart heart