Music was made to touch your soul, to wrench your heart right out of your chest and palpitate in your hand just to teach you that you’re alive. It’s supposed to relate to you in a way that only you will ever be able to understand, and you know that nobody will ever be able to appreciate it quite as much as you do. You’re supposed to love it so much it makes you hate that you love it as much as you do. It makes it so that all you want to do is meet the artist and hug them and look them straight into their eyes and tell them that they’ve touched you in a way that will never be rivaled.
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