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Dec 2018
twenty one frets
for my six stretched strings
I learned the words to covers,
but I never learned to sing

but when Iā€™m sitting in my room
my hands on my guitar
my heart beats like a metronome
and I feel like a star
I'm a legend in my own mind, at least.
Written by
Breanna evans  25/F/West Virginia
(25/F/West Virginia)   
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