Pray for me
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Melody hat ziemlich viele Schicksalsschläge, bisher in ihrem jungen Leben verkraften müssen.
Manche konnte sie relativ schnell überwinden.
Manche vordern immer noch Tag und Nacht ihren vollen Tribut.
Dämonen im Kopf die sich einfach nicht abschalten lassen.
Trotzdem behält sie vor ihren Freunden und Familie einen kühlen Kopf und tut alles dafür, das niemand hinter ihre Maske des Schmerzes blicken kann.
Alle bis auf Alex.
Einen lauten, tätowierten Einzelgänger, der alles dafür tut um hinter Melody's Maske zu blicken.
Wobei er selber Gefahr läuft, das Melody seine mühsam errichteten Mauern zum Einstürzen bringt.
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