"Let your heart feel the pain,"

A stranger told me through a speaker, entering into the booth.

"Let it be your art,"

Stepping closer to the microphone.

Nervously tugging at the ends of my sweater in my palms.

Glancing at the written lyrics and notes.

Fluttering my eyes closed, the soft piano wrapped around me like a warm summer breeze.

The sparkling silver curtain covering my other self delicately fell.

Unraveling the scars of a battered heart.

The song was my lost ballad.

Painting the lyrics in the color of heartbreak,

"I remember the past days..."

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