As he sat down and began playing his guitar the strings attached to his soul was being whispered to the entire world.
No one understood what he went through but his guitar, For every note that was being played it reminded him of all his pain.
For every string that he pulled, it reminded him of his past specially the moments when his heart would be shattered like broken glass but that didn't stop him from playing his guitar he called scar.
Though the music had no mouth to speak, hearts were being touched as the strings whispered and yelled out to the atmosphere .
Tears came running down this man cheeks as the crowd started cheering
but no one ever knew that he was once a beggar who was lost and in a broken state .
Hope you enjoy the read
No one understood what he went through but his guitar, For every note that was being played it reminded him of all his pain.
For every string that he pulled, it reminded him of his past specially the moments when his heart would be shattered like broken glass but that didn't stop him from playing his guitar he called scar.
Though the music had no mouth to speak, hearts were being touched as the strings whispered and yelled out to the atmosphere .
Tears came running down this man cheeks as the crowd started cheering
but no one ever knew that he was once a beggar who was lost and in a broken state .
Hope you enjoy the read
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