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Complete, First published May 08, 2014
"by fall out boy" jk jk sorry that just had to be the title
anyways this is a text written February 13, about a girl who has just discovered she has a serious disease: a crush. on who? that's right, a natural maroon haired bassist! It's also about bitchy sharks, skipping Math class and how hard it is to have a crush on this maroon haired guy and surviving it.

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"And now that I’m thinking, this could turn out right, but it won’t. Because the only thing that connects us two, is music. Your bass and my drums, that play the same rhythm every Tuesday. And although music is to me the most powerful thing in the world, and can do wonders, it's not enough to make us, us."
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