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"My life has changed so much, why do we have to move? Can't I escape into my music?" I thought as I was riding in the car with the parents and my older (bother or sister) driving behind us. As I see the old house in the distance I cringe, "mom, that place looks like one of those 'normal cookie-cutter houses' which are gross!" "now, now - don't be like that. I know you didn't want to move but it was cheap and we couldn't stay where we were at." my mother replied as father drove silently. While I was checking out the bedroom in the attic (my new bedroom), I chanced upon a dusty book. "it's empty, but I need a new one for my lyrics anyway..." _______ A girl trapped in her own Paradise. She's trapped inside an alternate universe that is ruled by musical elements. Her Paradise soon turned to hell really quickly.
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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