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[masochist_molly]

The sky is much greyer in this story. Years ago, before Miranda ever took to the bottle, she was an aspiring musician. Her chords were always in perfect key, and people from all around would come to hear the girl with hair in half moons sing. They would sing along and succumb into her rhythms with manic dance. One day Jessica grew lost within this

Comments

[mangofrost]

wow i love the way you write. is it all from your head or observations and entries?

[verbalsarahsoze]

ah i have looked forward to this
:)

[shutupkelly]

That was nice, and sad.

Hello again

[kissikittin6]

Hello ,where were you these last few months ,how are you ?~melisa~

[travelsick]

Please write. Bullets only leave holes for so long. One, two, three.