Sirius

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''I know playing music won't solve this mess you call myself, but it's my last spare of hope along with her.''

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''Sirius is a prodigy child that no one is proud about''. Sirius was born in one of the richests families in the city  He was raised and teached in home, prohibited from making friends, turning him into an introverted child. His parents always pressed him with the idea of being the best, sciencist, archaeologist or whatever he wanted to be, making him practice a million things until he found that thing he was the best at. As a prodigy he is, everything was easy, he had everything he wanted around him, but, he always felt empty. Nothing made him happy. Everything he did was meaningless. But then he started playing piano. Sirius started taking piano classes. ''He is a genious!'' Everyone exclaimed. Everyone but his parents, to their eyes that was lost potential. They sent him to and academy praying for a change, but Sirius unfolded his wings and flew away from his ties. Finally himself. Finally free.

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 He loved studying music, and was pretty easy to him, since was so invested he stayed all day and night reading about music history, the beat and famous composers. He also enjoyed literature and poesy and started writing songs; mainly about greek miths but never about love since he never experimented it.

Here.
 It will blind you with tears
 like a lover.
 It will make your reflection
 a wobbling photo of grief.
 I am trying to be truthful.

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And suddenly she appeared, and made me believe that people can love eachother just like genius can finish masterpieces. And there I was, feeling that all the empty space in my chest was finally filled by the warmest of the feelings. Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.