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I wish I could put my emotions into words. That every surge of energy that I feel was able to be put on paper and simply be felt when someone gazed upon them. I want them to feel the bass in their hearts. Feel the connection that the levels have on me. Have the reverbs echo off their ribs like they do mine. Have that nauseous feeling grow into a rumble of pure energy, flowing out your pores, and back into you through the air. An endless cycle of toxic ecstasy. A storm of greatness within itself. A power unlike anything in the heroic fairytales you were once told as a child. No, something pure. Something human made. A single being investing 110% of its inner workings to be destroyed in order for the music to flow without pardon. An unstoppable noise. A trembling whisper just begging to be heard. A new breed of human emerging and partaking in a whole new galaxy of unknown. A new strain of drugs that will damn near kill you if you want it to . A dirty little secret whose sole purpose in life is to please its master. I want to untangle the melodies. Rearrange the notes and put them in a tune that will make them understand and feel their hearts crumbling at the first drop. I want them to know. I want them to feel. THE BASS.
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