How To Live

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How To Live by HopeMichaela

 

Unique flowers fill his stage.

 

Rough and large.

 

The scent of blood lingers on his knuckles.

 

Scars of past lives reamin on his palms,

He plays their sorrows with a soft, simple strum.

 

Does music run through your veins?

 

“No”, He replied quickly,

“It is the scars telling me how to live.”

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