apocalypse
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I remember at 9 I was in music class and we were tasked with writing a short melody line. I'd actually written down a coherent few bars of melody and rhythm whereas everyone else had brain dead retarded garbage on their manuscript papers. The teacher asked me if I really wrote that and looked at me as if I was the second coming of Mozart.
I was really passionate about music at one time but I lost interest, like with all my other hobbies, like one is bound to do when stricken with the misery of being a social outcast at a formative age which extinguishes all excitement for life. It's crazy to me to think that I could have ended up a successful musician, had I got a few words of support from parents and friends here and there.
I was really passionate about music at one time but I lost interest, like with all my other hobbies, like one is bound to do when stricken with the misery of being a social outcast at a formative age which extinguishes all excitement for life. It's crazy to me to think that I could have ended up a successful musician, had I got a few words of support from parents and friends here and there.
