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the stage calls


the stage calls but my voice is gone the strings of my instruments are torn 

my inspiration was lost no was taken from me for to long i cant take it

im ripping holes in my head trying to fix this problem on my own

i know i can do nothing to save me but i still try hoping

my voice will return my strings will repair themselves

and ill be able to create once again and set my art free   

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kaybird99

I guess it's time I changed some more, huh?

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kaybird99
<p>Oh my god, Baby. What&#39;s going on, what have I missed</p>

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