My Guitar's Crying As WellA Story by bd
There is a can-not-be-described-with-ordinary-words type of longing bringing all those years within. Tonight, I am dolorous with this guitar of mine accompanying by crying as well as me. I desire this drunkness I'm feeling to never end. All those should-have-been-beautiful-years come with a deep sadness filling me with pain and suffering.
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Added on July 9, 2015 Last Updated on July 9, 2015 Author
bdIstanbul, Europe, TurkeyAboutThe past is a gaping hole, your only chance is to turn around and face it. But is like kissing the lips of your dead love, darkness waiting in the hole of her mouth. We are willing to suffer, to die f.. more..Writing
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