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My First Broken Heart

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“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”-Bob Marley
It was a humid summer night when I encountered my first broken heart. The wind rustled against the bushes that lined my front porch. It was humid even though the breeze was present it didn’t give much relief. It was hot but the crickets still chirped, surrounding me with the songs of nature. It was completely dark but the black sky was the perfect canvas to display the stars. That’s something I loved about my town, you always had stars. I closed my eyes and filled my lungs to their highest capacity. Slowly exhaling I turn my head slightly to focus on my driveway. The sound of my mom’s minivan disturbed mother nature’s lullaby. The car backed out of the driveway and down the neighborhood. That was the first time my heart was broken, that was the night my mom left.
Walking into the empty house my dad sits motionless on the couch, the lights dimmed giving the living room an eerie feel. I look at him, “drive?” I asked. We hop into the jeep and drive for hours, emotionless. Neither of us talk or even make a sound all we do is listen to our favorite band, Red Hot Chili Peppers. This is how we cope. Some people cry, clean, write we drive and listen.
“I think art is inherently nonviolent and it actually occupies your mind with creation rather than destruction.”- Anthony Kiedis lead singer of Red Hot Chili Peppers.
A year past and I was now a high school freshman. The first day of classes ended up being
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