Prologue:

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Watching the sunlight touches the my guitar, savoring the harmony of the wind, the rythm of the waves and the high notes of the bird's chirping from a far.

I sighed and hold my guitar tightly as I close my eyes and strum the strings. Tears rolled down on my cheeks as painful memories crossed my mind.

I stopped strumming and looked down at the guitar. I didn't see any beauty all I see is thorned, a roses thorned emphasizing that even if it's how much beautiful it looks like, how beautiful the sound it may produce but there's still a phase that could hurt you.

I looked up at the sky and I couldn't contain my feelings. I shouted all my frustrations as the sun slowly covered by clouds telling that it will rain.

"Every strum I made, I felt the thorned strings hurting me." But even if it's like this I still played, cuz that's what I promised when I destroyed you.

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Thorned Strings

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