Bad Love
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This story proclaims a singer. Michael is his name. Michael is my name. Keep up, this is a game. The guitar was his fame. He was a sickly lover. Flowers in his lungs grew, butterflies were the flu.
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If one guy was once hurt, he would never try anymore. Just like a spotlighted celebrity who used to have a love of his life. Fame is too complicated. The love's gone. Until a simple ponytail haired girl came into a concert with a power to distract him from his guitar verse. He, might or might not, fall in love again.

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