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Into the MusicI feel sick and lonely sometimes,
We all do.
But I may handle it differently
Than you two.
I listen to music
And let it take over.
It seems to give my body and soul
A whole new makeover.
The beat sinks deep within me
And destroys my fears
While the world around me
Wavers and disappears.
The lyrics are my new home,
My troubles all cease.
I stop thinking and wondering
And my mind seems to temporarily decease.
Away from my family
And obtrusive friends,
My life takes a quick but deep turn
And my heart quickly mends.
No more shouting or yelling
Just beautiful notes,
Crisp and clear.
The melody flows like a river
All soft and smooth.
Music fills my ears
Which strengthens and soothes.
I slowly release the headphones
And put my iPod away.
But the music lives on within me
Every second of every day.
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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