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adrenaline corsed my veins as I stand on a riser, crisp white guitar hanging from my shoulders, holding the mic out to the fans as they screamed lyrics back. I loved being onstage, I became truly me for an hour. Something was off though, and only I knew it. the secret, Was eating at my soul.

as I bring the mic to my mouth I have to force the pronouns out.

"she was just a heartbreaker" 



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