Her Cathartic Weapon

Looking back at the year, I think of of what pulled me through. What kept my head up and my eyes glazed with wonder—my violin is my weapon. My passion is my strength. 2019: Not gonna lie, it was rough. But the moment my bow made contact with the silver strings, it melted away. When I think of 2019, all I remember is my violin and I, going places.  
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