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my guitar

I miss my guitar.

I remember the summer when I was 14.
My old electric fender copy was broken and I was without my instrument.
I was deeply depressed that summer.
Heart broken in dispair.
A kind soul helped me out and I was paired with a real fender stratocaster.
And the rest of my life came into one...

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Publicerad 2012-12-29 02:05

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