I miss watching his fingers glide over the frets as if he knew them each by name, given to them when he commanded them to play

I miss watching his fingers glide over the frets as if he knew them each by name, given to them when he commanded them to play

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postures bent (by aimeelikestotakepics)

postures bent (by aimeelikestotakepics)

Some of Us, we’re hardly ever here,
The rest of Us, we’re born to disappear,
How do I stop Myself from being just a number?
How will I hold My head to keep from going under?

Some of Us, we’re hardly ever here,

The rest of Us, we’re born to disappear,

How do I stop Myself from being just a number?

How will I hold My head to keep from going under?

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