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You are me on steroids, DRUMS that will not play.
There is a beauty to you that no one will
bother to see and a mystery that no one cares
to figure out, and you've gotten used to it.
Before you've tried caring for others or making
them care but the attempt is hopeless and so
you've given up. You have one or two friends if
any, and you don't feel as if you need anymore
because you've never really felt like you
wanted one. Your best friend is that voice
inside your head. I say that you are drums that
won't be played because you have a beautiful
aggression inside of you, emotionally tearing
and wonderful to feel. You have a lot to say
but you've given up trying to open your mouth
to the deaf ears and blinded eyes around you.
What INSTRUMENT are you most like?
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