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  5. Dominique Victoria
  6. Estefany Choi
  7. Eunice Torres
  8. Felix Xiao-Yu Wang
  9. Jack Williams
  10. Jiselle Kamppila
  11. Kaylie Choi
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  14. Lanise Howard
  15. Maezee Tailes
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  17. Marilyn Escobedo
  18. Noah Woo
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  20. Paarsa Hajari
  21. Sarah Schoenberger
  22. Sasha Alexandra Oratz
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  24. Sebastien Chandonnet
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  26. Xepher Wolf
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10. Jiselle Kamppila


“All the Souls Escaped My Guitar”

I’m all alone on Mars. No, actually, I am in a classroom. All I feel is failure. It’s all around me. In everyone’s eyes, in my clothes, in my soul. On the internet.

It’s in my family and my ancestors. It’s probably going to be at my funeral. Or in all the books I fail to understand.

Something is in the air, I’m rejected and invisible.

Okay, stop. Remember the tear drops from music notes. The guitar is slow and my head is tilting to it. Slow whining of the guitar. One beat up, down, up, down, up, down, smooth chord. Mystic voice. My head humming, no pain. Relaxation. Is that what makes life?

Joy. Back to pain.

Remember that night on stage, blue lights glowing on me. Pure pain and alcohol. The pain of my life was so pure on that stage. My body, so weak with anger and glowing with rejection. The release and acceptance of failure. The failure of my body. My Jazzmaster released the screams trapped within my body. All the muses flowed through me like drugs. Every guitar I’ve experienced lay in me. Every scream I couldn’t scream, every anger I couldn’t fight, all escaped me. All the souls escaped my guitar. I get out my knife, she’s held together with tape. I scrape her against the neck of my strat, following along every string to the end. Putrid screams. I get heavily involved with trying to cut my strings in half, but all that escapes: slow sobs.

The mixture of concern and awe in everyone’s eyes. Their eyes in the dark. I can feel them on me.

The eyes in the dark are watching me bathe in pain.

All after I play my guitar.

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