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Dear Marty,
I'm 17 and I've been playing guitar for eight years. Last weekend, I was at my folks' with my brother. Everything was going well until I had a burst of anger at my brother at the dinner table during dinner. A little later, after some talking with my dad, I approached my brother and apologized to him. All of us were at his room at the time, so there was a group hug and a whole lot of emotions everyone felt so intensely and truthfully. Then, I asked myself: Why replicate emotions in art if I can feel the real thing in my life?
Thank you,
Bill |
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