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I have a sadness shield that keeps out all the sadness, and it's big enough for all of us.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
I write out my life.
Not on a piece of paper, but on strings.
Not with a pen, but with a guitar.
Not with my mind, but with my heart.
I am not the author of my life, I am the composer.
And I'm
composing the truth
.
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