Written by Jacob Ibrag
A world filled with a variety of
noise, it all meshes and blends into a
drink that deafens the senses. Endless
questions fixed on instant gratification.
Not a single smile, except a thirst for extra.
Grab the headphones and eject from the
system. Can’t escape reality. Right now,
it doesn’t matter. This feeling so
fleeting. Musically refreshed,
if only for a second.


Beautiful!
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Thank You 🙂
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