MUSIC AND MIA
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She knew that what was that love for. She knew that she will be taking it in as future but maybe she couldn't. She had a love for someone but wait not for someone but for something. She had a love for music. Yes, maybe it's strange for people but not for her. Music was something she was staying alive with and the reason behind her living this life. She was addicted to music. You could hardly see her without headsets maybe just sometimes, just some of the moments of the 24 hours. But she was a different human. She was kind and caring and what made her kind and caring was just music. As she always said, she is living on music. She can live without no food, no water but no music would probably kill her. She is music. Humming music all the day long. Listening to it all the day long. Just MUSIC was her desire, her need. She was a girl with black hair, shining hazel eyes. She was MIA.
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