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why do you do it

My right index finger has a callous on the top side of it between the wrinkly part of my last joint and the nail where I hit it on guitar strings, and I have bled there before.

After four hours or so of pounding it out for their ears and cheeks and heads which are turned to yap at one another and you have been sobbing and crying and laughing and shouting for them, and you pack your old beater away, your fingers hurt and your throat burns, because you should quit smoking.

It's not about wanting them to love you. It's about the sickness that they ease together, unwittingly.

And that's why I do it.

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