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I'm feel scared. It's lessen very much today and that is good. I think Radiohead is calming me. My Chem broke the silence. These bands, I can count on. Grateful.

I went into a dark alley and saw something, a paper folded. I opened it and it wrote 'GEt a cArdBoard and DRAW. FiNd a peNcil and WRITE. Swallow youR feaR and SING.' It only had a date from the future, October 12, 2079.

I got cardboard and have a sharpie. I'm going to the beach and with a friend. And do something. Then I'll leave it.

I need this inspiration.

Though the letter was cheesy.
I bet the future has a lot of cheese.

Dairy.

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I haven't cried in so long. That's probably the reason for the breakdown.

Yeah...

Yeah, it makes complete sense.

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I'm scared.

I'm scared to listen.

I'm scared to listen to music.

Make. it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.

I'm more afraid of this than heights. Than me and you, you and me.

I feel like a broken record that is a popular record, but music takes you to a place of relaxation or excitement or thoughtful.

This is worse than deaf. An aspiring artist suddenly becomes blind. At least there's the passion in his heart still.

This is fear. Not a survival instinct. Cold sweat fear.

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Hi.

My name is Christie.