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Here are idiots dying for their art in your headphones.
This is how we bend for what we love.
This is how it feels to be one of ten people shaking their bones
to a band in an empty club.
These are songs with no words, but they are screaming.
This is how a guitar feels through your shirt.
This is what drumsticks do to your hands.
This is the sum whole of another year
and this is how it feels when the drums kick in.
Here is nostalgia and here is sentimentalism.
This is our history and this is our origin
and this is how we got here.
This carries on.
11:07 PM
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