An Opera
Every strum of the chords chime a deeper emotion in me.
Plucking and pulling my soul from the seems.
It slowly strings together a melody of which conveys me to believe that my heart is an instrument.
But you decided it wasn't good enough for you production so you cut it off loose.
Now i try desperately to string the pieces of my heart back together with..every...last...chord.
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