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I miss the music more than anything

Sure, I miss the rest

But the music... 

it was the heartstring connecting both our chests

I'll admit the fault

But it's always tricky with regret

I have grown, and I have changed

I am learning what it means to love myself again

It was a trade I did not bargain for

I instead took it full price

Knowing it would leave me broke

Having to scrimp and save to make things right

I learned a lot about saving

Saving grace, saving face,

saving the remains of my spirit...

what was broken I saved to replace 

But the music is one thing I did not save

Notes and rhythms scattered

When I try to piece them back together,

I'm missing part of the vision that made them matter

I guess I need to write a new composition

that'll piece itself together and create a better vision