This was written by you and lived by me. Every feeling. Every word. That piano was there long after I stopped playing. I hated that thing. I hated that room. All a constant reminder of me crying. Of me wanting to quit. But no. It was so good for me. I just didn’t realize it. I still don’t.

M.S. Psychology| I write about life, relationships, things that make me laugh, cry, or all of the above in one piece. Reach me at annaismithwrites@gmail.com

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