There was a girl. She loved Music, her kingdom, with all her heart. She'd conduct invisible bands, waltz to silence and sing unknown songs. She also listened to lots of the townsfolk. From the Black Parade to the Danse Macabre, she would listen and love everyone.

Howevet, outside of her fortress made out of flats and sharps, things weren't to magical. There was a constant war with Mind. It would launch cannonballs of doubt and nervousness into her kingdom. Snipers would shoot down her hopes and dreams as soon as they'd pop up. Worst of all, they isolated her from the rest of the world. Their fighting caused death to intruders the second they try to get close.

Eventually, this all gets to the girl. Mind, sensing her weakness, sews her mouth shut and plugged her ears with wax. Unable to communicate, she was devistated. Mind tortured her. They slowly teared open her heart and crushed her lungs.

She was about to give up and die one day, but she heard something. Not from her plugged up ears, but from her mind. It was the townsfolk. She heard whispers of encouragement and felt a glimmer of hope. Soon the glimmer became a consuming Sun, filling her every cell with warmth and love of her people. The warmth was so great, that it melted the bonds and wax. With her hands free, she undid the string keeping her mouth tried and sang.

Her voice carried through the hall. It shattered mirrors and caused her rivals' brains to ache from the sound of joy. Their head was unused to such purity that they died. The girl walked out unscathed.

What saved her from all damage, was Music.

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Idk what that was. I just felt like writing something about how music helps me. The songs are like old friends that comfort me. Without them, I am powerless and weak.

Also, to the people on the Chat Book: I probably won't talk much. My anxiety has gotten a lot worse from the last time I saw you. Unless I know for sure that what I'm going to say will be generally accepted, I tend to not talk at all. Instead, I'm usually a stalker watching every single comment roll in while desperately wishing to join in.

Why did I even write this. It's not like anyone even reads this pile of shit that I call a book anyways