musical pain

The lone wolf. Big and strong, quick and agile, free and oh so lonely. Lonely enough to sing to the moon, while whispering the words that mean staying alone is best, yet nursing a heart that screams “find me another that isn’t a reflection.” Heart wrenching cravings to see another.. You can hear it in the songs for the moon.. sometimes a quake and a shiver creep into my voice and you can hear the musical cords pain is supposed to be played on. Noah_arkenswagg

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