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Leave me out with the waste

This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you...
It's the wrong time 
For somebody new
-Damien Rice (9 Crimes)

Music touches feelings that words can not. 

I believe in this statement. More than anything else  in my life.  This is exactly why I believed in something that never existed. Interpreted words in songs the way you probably never meant them to be. Feelings that never existed outside of my dreams and my world. I refused to listen to anything or anyone. It was a wave of euphoria that was carrying me through everything that I had only dreamt about. And I did not want to get down from that ride. And sometimes when it felt like my dreams were far, I heard those songs over and over again. I waited with utmost patience  because I knew that I would prove everyone wrong. I knew it in my heart.  And that you were my only hope.
And when I realised I was wrong, I still tried to fight. With myself, with those who questioned what I believed in. They always said and they still do- "They were just songs, how could you be so dumb." And I listened to it all in numb muted silence. You left me nothing to defend myself and my dreams with. Nothing to defend you with. There was absolutely no point in trying to convince them and ask them to see the world the way I saw it. The way  you showed it to me.  You sang to me the song of my heart. Over and Over again. And I hoped against hope. Prayed for something that "was never meant to be".
Then it hit me. To say the least , it was "earth-shattering". In many ways than one. It was the reason I decided to leave Delhi, and seek new faces and places, new things and wings, new songs  to sing, and leave back the memories the old ones bring. A whole new life to look forward to, and most importantly to get away from you. 
I did. I left the music behind. Those words that once fooled me, now fall through me. It's now far far away. 
I can't go back. But I still believe in your songs. I still know in my heart that I was right. That you were right. And that Music will always always touch feelings that words can not.

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