🧸𝗠𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝘆🧸 | ⋆𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗒 𝖨𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌⋆

♡Unprecedented♡

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Right, ah, there are so many things I have to say - I do not even know where to start.
Okay, so first of all - I must disclose that THIS IMAGINE CONTAINS VERY SENSITIVE CONTENT, REFERS TO DEPRESSION, SELF HARM, AND SUICIDE.
I, as an individual, have experienced these events, hence my decision to write about them. If it offends you, I am truly sorry.
But it was something I felt I needed to do.

Now, if you haven't already drawn your conclusion, you must be informed that I may be writing fairly emotional imagines from now on, depending on how you define the word 'emotional'.
I'm broken on the inside, so naturally - I'm going to project that negativity😂🤔

Second, I do believe that the plot of this story is quite unclear, and most of the events are all over the place, but it mimicks the condition of my life - so yay.

Third, there may be moments in this story that you find to be too dramatic or weird, and for that - I apologize.

Lastly, I got carried away, and ended up making it too long. I intended to do a second part, but I'm not sure you even want a second part (which you probably don't OML, why am I doing this)

So yes, that is all. Thank you for coming to my TED talk 😂 (I've been seeing a lot of that on the internet, I hope I used the phrase correctly.

In addition:
•I'm actually a teen that is often mistaken for an old woman because I'm rather behind when it comes to trendy phrases. Like I end up using phrases, that were popular ten years ago, in 2019 - so yeah, great, exactly what I wanted in life. If you find a person that's willing to murder me in the quickest manner possible, please do send him my way. I'll be waiting for him with a plate of cookies. If it's a she, I'll be waiting for her with a bunch of gummy bears•

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•⊱1980⊰•

"When you love someone with the core of your entire being, you vow to cherish and protect them. You make an oath to do for them what you cannot do for yourself - and that is what makes love crazy, what makes it theoretically magical.

What gives it its identity,"

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You blinked slowly as you walked into the recording studio, letting out a quiet groan as you did so. In your hands, you held a set of books, and your handbag was over your shoulder, already feeling as though it were weighing you down more than it should have. As soon as you had entered, you saw the four boys that you worked with, making you break into a small smile despite the fact that you were tired, and felt like absolute crap. These four boys, that had been aforementioned, were the talented idividuals that, together, formed the rock group called Queen - one of the most predominant musical acts in the history of music. Roger, Brian, Freddie, and John, were their names, and each of them possessed an extraordinary hand in regards to the aspect of music that they specialized in. Roger was the experienced drummer, John was the skillful bassist, Freddie was the strong lead vocalist, and Brian was the suave guitarist. It was no doubt that you were in awe of how amazing they all happened to be.

For the past year, you had been working as an IT engineer for the boys, as well as holding other minor positions. Initially, you had been hired solely for the purpose of making necessary adjustments to the equipment they used, so that it would work to their favor - but within the course of only a few weeks, the boys had taken a liking to you. They admired how smart you were, and felt like you were different, which - in truth, you were. John had declared you to be an angel, sent from the heavens, and of course - the rest of the boys had agreed. So you were like their treasure, in a way. And since you were well acquainted with many other categories of work, you turned out to be rather advantageous to the group.