I miss choir.
not the people- they were mean.
but the singing part.
learning, reading and singing languages.
reading music.
blending voices.
I know you hear my words, what gets me is you know the hurt in my heart when I say them. The longing to be apart of something bigger than myself. To be a solo voice joining and blending with others around me to create something beautiful. Music. Thank you for creating music.
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