My guitar... takes me to another place....deep inside my heart..where death is far from my mind..and your the closest....My guitar is the one thing that i accually don't give thought too..I just plung in...unlike everything else i do...One Might say that im gifted...another talented...and maybe even just pure luck....I must say i really don't knoe...I never gave it thought..and i don't think i ever will.....
My guitar..makes me feel free...my guitar seems to tease my emotions...the emotions that i let out in my strumming...The thought of not having this guitar..just tares away my happiness... And then they tell me that this guitar... won't get me anywhere...
My guitar...takes me to another place....is the one thing i don't give thought to....makes me feel free....seems to tease my emotions....
And My Guitar is my best friend....
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