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During my childhood, before I turned 10 years old, I was not very eloquent. I was not able to fully express my ideas and emotions through speech. However, I would express myself through art, in the form of drawings. Once I lost interest, unfortunately, it marred my artistic skills with the pen. In the beginning of junior year in high school, I decided to pursue another way of expressing myself artistically-through music. I, in my thirst to learn more, began learning music theory on my own, purchasing my own instrument. Through my newfound knowledge of music, it allowed me to express my emotions more clearly without speech, whether it be minor keys for melancholy moments, or major keys for jovial occasions. Of course, I experienced valleys,

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