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Sep 2013
There goes
the last string
I trusted not to snap

There goes
the last string
I trusted

All the other strings
are mended
taped
flimsy

Can I trust
strings again?

Such unreliable things strings are
how silly of I to think
the string wouldn't snap on me
Of course it did
you stupid gullible girl

It snapped and rebounded
stinging your fingers

ouch.
I hate the violin
I hope you know that
all it does is cause me pain
Just Anna
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