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that guitar is useless in
his hands now
He spent over ten thousand
hours playing
It’s all he does, really
He has all the time
in the world
after the accident that
rendered his legs
useless
He sits in bed or in
the wheelchair all day
and plays the guitar
but it’s all useless
He’s lacking the fire
in his eyes
All his songs are the
same song
A sad tune
And the lyrics are all in
his mind
and they’re darker than his
eyes
Colder
The other day his
mother found a
knife in his room,
under the mattress
He said the guitar wasn’t
enough anymore
The guitar was fine so far
because the cords
brought feeling
to his fingers
but now that the fingers
had gone completely numb
with thick skin
he wanted to
pick up the violin
for a change
-BOGDAN DRAGOS
Bogdan Dragos…
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Daydreaming as a profession 
It’s sad how releasing pain can be so difficult. It tends to fester and transform into more hideous things. I hope many can rise above and see some logic in the faint light of life. Well written! (As always) 🙂
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I guess this would be a strong argument for promoting art in any society.
Art can really help an individual to cope with the worst life throws at them.
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I absolutely adore the concept of this! You’re doing quite an amazing work here!
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Thank you, Patry! (◕‿◕)
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