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The world I once knew is no longer in existence... My heart has ached, my mind has dulled, my energy as been stolen. My fingers feel nothing now. All that is left of my perfect world is the music. Where it can mean so much: joy, depression, anger, love. I sit alone and I dream of the perfect days where the world was my bedroom. Where I didn't have to worry about colledge or my parents didn't have to worry about my "safety". My life right now could be just a bitter-sweet dream. Right now I'm waiting to wake up from all the bitter-sweet...