DEAD STRING

DEAD STRING

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It was the work of the heavens that brought us together. An enchanted event in which we have no clue that we'll end up being together. A love that is so rare to find. Music was our way to find each other. In God's spectacular plot twist, climax, and happy endings. But sometimes that happiness was paid by something painful. The feeling that you're afraid to be happy because there is a possibility of a sudden sadness, and worst of all, that sadness is much greater than your happiness. I am the note and he is the tune. I'm the guitar and he is my string for without him I am useless. I'm the guitar and he is my string, I'm still fixing a dead string.
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