Desolate
The sound of music dies as the strings lose their paths.
Discarded
There is no point in pursuing something, when the avenue to it is no longer of any use.
My violin is shattered, likewise my heart
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A Broken Promise
The string broke in protest as its beautiful sound is no longer appreciated by people
Fragmented
The violin falls onto the ground. I lose my fighting spirit. It is shattered, it is gone.
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