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and that’s just it– you reach the point where you have nothing left to give. your eyes are pink and your heart is hollow, and the rain pours down inside and out… and that’s when the piano holds me. the rain fades away, and i’m caught up in the arms of oscillating melodies and an expression more full than words could ever give out. i’m not a poet. i’m not an artist. not even a musician. but here i am. empty. hear my song. understand.