

The sickness of LoveI'm sick. This sickness is changing me. I'm no longer the person I was Before it got meThe sickness of Love
I can no longer stand I can no longer speak I can no longer think
My hands shiver It's hard to hit the right keys It's all the sickness fault It's blurring my mind
This sickness
I'm sure some of you have had it
I believe that it's called Love


The Piano And The Flutist.Hi again. I'm going to tell you a story about a Piano that is standing in my living room. Hope you don't mind another story from me. Dr. Cage.The Piano And The Flutist.
It's was a grand Piano. And it was perfectly tuned.
But no one tried to play any songs on the piano. But the Piano longed for sound. It longed for Music. Notes. Just a Simple Chord. C D E Anything. Just an attempt at Playing.
It Thought of musicians and longed for the warmth of their fingers tapping the keys. But none came.
Until one day.
When a young lady
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Doctor Cage is not Dead.
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