I turn my music up until it can't go any higher.
Then I slip on my headphones.
I block all the sounds around me.
Closing my eyes, I lean back.
I let the music engulf me.
I let it suck me in.
Until the only thing I hear is music.
Until the only thing I feel is music.
Until the only thing I know is music.
Until the world fades away . . .
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