Playing the melody has always been a comfort to her. The music frees her from the narrow confines of reality, allowing her to escape into the melody. She is the melody and the melody is she. She allows herself to be consumed by the melody and in return, she continues to create the melody on ebony and ivory keys. There is no stopping her now; she is too far gone to give up on the melody. It begs her to continue; it begs her to continue its short life. She continues because playing the melody has always been sweet relief.
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