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I don’t hate music.

But when the beat begins playing

it reminds me of when my heart followed

a rhythm that was only meant for you.

And when the artist sings,

my body reacts.

Goosebumps rise on my skin,

the same way they did under your touch.

Music pulls my emotions forward,

even the ones I thought I’d set down.

It’s meant to make people move,

but the last dance I wanted to remember

is the one we shared that night in the park.

Now, when music plays,

I grow quiet,

stuck in a time where we once loved.

What a devastatingly beautiful song we were.