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if this is what it's like when people are working and I come in and play the piano.
But I don't sing. And I don't play guitar.
I feel like there's something about live music, however good or bad, that recordings just can't match. You want it to go on forever.
I don't know what to do with my life. Sometimes I sit on this couch wrapped in a blanket and watch the sunlight stream in through the windows onto the brown couch beside the window and the potted plants silhouetted against the sky, and listen to the piano and the voice of someone softly singing, and everything is so peaceful and I, I really don't know where to go from here.
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sat here for 10 minutes pondering what to write next and am now late. goodbye!
But I don't sing. And I don't play guitar.
I feel like there's something about live music, however good or bad, that recordings just can't match. You want it to go on forever.
I don't know what to do with my life. Sometimes I sit on this couch wrapped in a blanket and watch the sunlight stream in through the windows onto the brown couch beside the window and the potted plants silhouetted against the sky, and listen to the piano and the voice of someone softly singing, and everything is so peaceful and I, I really don't know where to go from here.
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sat here for 10 minutes pondering what to write next and am now late. goodbye!
