my guitar.

I’ll play this guitar untill my hands fall off. You can’t tell me what to do. Lets all snap out of reality and go away untill the wood rots. Then maybe i’ll stop playing…untill i find another way to release my fear.

~ Matt Stanker
January 10, 2007 @05:53PM : posted
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