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I turn the music up high and let the vibrations fill the room. I bob my head back and forth with my eyes closed. I can feel the stares of others on me as I walk through the mall with my ear buds in, but I don't care. If someone gives me a look, I either ignore them or simply say "I can feel the music".
I beckoned her closer one last time. She screamed for help, but I couldn't let this one go. The way her hair danced on her shoulders as she ran only made me want her more. I friskily walked towards her and pulled her close to me. With the swipe of my hand, a loud clap was heard from miles away. Tears were forming in her eyes because she knew she should've come when I beckoned her to.
My view on life change on a daily basis. When I gaze out of my window, I get a nice view of the cars rushing by, and the people walking passed with their dogs. From my normal sitting spot under the oak tree at the park, I can get a good view of the kids playing in the leaves, or when I lay down, I can see the clouds transform.
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