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Short story about a young couple enjoying the company of each other, the music, and the rain. Inspired by: I hope it never stops raining by ,f. tired (https://youtu.be/s0JC1YBD5ac)

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Going through a heartbreak. Caused by the lost of a friend you felt more for than you would for other friends. Is something deadly. So here are my deadly feelings. Please don't steal those. I spent my nights crying while writing them. (This is still going, cover is not set, if you have any ideas please dm me.)

everyone can come and talk here. Your feeling sad get it off your chest. your bored come here to. wanna follow for a follow. b e m y g u e s t.✌✌✌✌✌ much love to you

Just some nice songs ya boi like to listen to :)

"one must always be careful of books and what's inside of them for words have the power to change us"

eEeEeE this is my first time writing something- so here are the characters with their music genres Dove - Lo-fi hip hop Charles - Classical Blair - Heavy Metal Ruby - Rock Axel - Alternative Michel - Musical Theatre Akuji - Sad bops Nathan - Pop Sharlene - Country Luna - Emo

X3 I've improved?! check meh out!

This story is divided into multiple parts. Every part of the story will have a corresponding album. (Details always found at the bottom of the description) Its the story of an orphaned boy name Bee, living in a duplex with his band mate Chey. Over time he realizes he doesn't like being a member of the band, and begins to shy away into his own personal form of music. IN THIS PART: Bee screws up his bands concert and Chey resents him for it. He confesses to Chey that he hasn't been practicing there bands music, and has instead been creating his own. RULES: When you see a song number in bold it means listen to THAT SONG ONLY. This is the album link: bamella.bandcamp.com/album/new-old-school

Just come here and vibe with me for a few

some playlist 2 turn you upp

Em frente aos banheiros acende um cigarro e passa o isqueiro para o amigo.  - Eu não sei o que eu faria nessa situação disse o amigo devolvendo o isqueiro vermelho. - Cara, eu preciso parar de pensar nela. - Estava cada dia mais afogado no que sentia. Era um maço após outro, um cigarro após outro. Soprava a vida na esperança de que isso tudo se acabasse logo. Perdia o caminho de casa, perdia o controle da vida, perdia as horas pensando como seria a vida ao lado dela. Pensando em coisas impossíveis, síndrome de impostor e lo fi hip hop.