Imagine a room or just a door that you can just open and time flashes back, then pick up your own musical instrument and jam with the people that plays the same riffs that I like. A room filled with music that tells stories like how I gain and loss most part of my life, stories of the firsts and how it went away and left scars that often wakes me up at night… a music that lightens up the burden, and that those who are thinking to give up life might change their mind and try to fight a bit more…

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