Why I write music? Because it hurts not to. — Charlotte Eriksson
Why I write music? Because it hurts not to. — Charlotte Eriksson
Why I write music? Because it hurts not to. — Charlotte Eriksson
Why I write music? Because it hurts not to. — Charlotte Eriksson
Why I write music? Because it hurts not to. — Charlotte Eriksson
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Why I write music? Because it hurts not to.

— Charlotte Eriksson
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