Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Creepy

I cannot write these notes,
Music makes me broken and
My spirit is not in tune.
Instead of holding hands, I
Break the mold and piece
Away the love that once
Kept us bonded together.
So that when I look upon
These shattered notes,
I can see the music, and
Not just hear it.

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