I press the guitar against my stomach.
I push my fingers onto the frets.
I'm not looking at where I put them.
I run my blistered thumb over each string.
The melody stabs my soul.
My eyes water.
I close them so I don't cry.
I keep strumming.
Over
And
Over
And
Over.
Until my hand hurts.
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