there is nver a wrong time to do the right thing!

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My Music: I've had a song on my lips, and a guitar in my hands since I was 16 and the thrill of the music hasn't lessened with time. My music is a way to express what I can't explain; my emotions are cradled by songs... Some people think in colors, I think in melodies... I continue picking my strings one by one; a personal dance between me and my guitar, tearing inside the open wound. It is meant to burn, but the burning will subside and will begin to heal. During this moment, each word strips a raw piece of me. Soon enough, I am glee. The most personal thoughts slip through my lips, painting my room with the sound of pain and honesty. This is the power of music. I submit to the music, I follow where it leads me, without hesitation...
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