With his rough hair flowing in the dry wind, he looked at the vast emptiness spread in front of him. With all the echoes screaming inside his head, the pleading, pain, rejection everything- each and every bit of it, seem meaningless. His mind was numb and his heart quiet, and the voices coming from far across the field couldn't reach his ears. He was consumed by the sounds inside his head, the restless tunes of his guitar, the cold faded feel of the steel strings on the skin of his fingertips. For this time, he would really give it all, he'd really leave it all. It was for this time that he'd really run away from himself, from everything that hurt his soul...
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