There was something out there that I disliked in the past but cannot live without it now. That something is called music. When I was little, I had mysophobia to Musica along with other loud sounds. Specifically I was sensitive to religious Musica and did not like the repeat of the chorus. I used to scream and cry and had earphones put on me in order to get used to it. As I got older, I became più used to music.
In my past, I needed Musica to help me in not only my good moments but also my bad moments.
In high school, where my classmates were in cliques, I tried so hard to fit in. In junior year,...
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