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Mar 2016
My guitar strings are broken,
And I can't play without breaking,
Every verse comes out wrong,
But they're all for you.

I keep playing
But the notes don't change,
The sounds cry out
Like they were dying.

My heart beats to the rhythm,
But there's no one to hear
My saddened song.

My strings are snapped,
And they'll sing no sound forever.
Noah Ducane
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Noah Ducane  20/M/Washington state
(20/M/Washington state)   
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