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Guitar melodies making your heart beat like my head under the blushing sun, my fingers just as red over time, yet from that conversation feelings were scraped, and after a break, my guitar play improved along with my human condition.
I regretted loving and losing you over my frets. Now with you gone, I only play for myself and God, talk to my best friends deepening and my dear audience growing, letting my strings sing after my soul, strumming and straining my chords as I train my composure and finetune my pride.