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06 October 2011
Day 2 @ 5:49 PM

The piano loomed in front of her like a painting from a bad dream. It haunted her with its sharp features now diminished with dust. In her head she could hear sweet melodies, nothing more than a few chords a piece, ringing just like they always did as the days passed. She couldn't bring herself to get rid of it, not yet. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, swaying lightly with the dizziness inevitably caused by the many medications to which her existence had been reduced. For the first time in weeks, she extended a hand to the unsheathed keys, trailing her fingers lightly enough as to not make a sound. Instead of playing, she crumpled to the floor in an angry flood of sobs. As she moved to cover her face she cried out as her left hand covered her mouth and the absence of her right hand flushed past her face as an awful reminder that only in her wildest daydreams would she ever play piano again.

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"I do what I can wherever I end up, to keep giving my good love, and spreading it around"

Amelia Bartlett, 18; performer, creator, student, optimist. Open-minded and looking to expand.
keep love alive.