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The Harmonics of a Diminished Heart

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Parts 2
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Hey, Adrian here.
If I had to describe life in a nutshell, I'd say it's a diminished 7th chord. Translation for you non-musicians out there: it's pretty fucked up.
You'd think that getting into Juilliard for the instrument I love would be perfect, right? 
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 
No.
To grossly oversimplify, college life is rather frantic. For instance: classes are a HUUGE commitment and eat up your time, your repertoire must grow exponentially, rent is slowly driving you insane, and, to top it all off, there's at least a 60% chance of having an existential crisis that leads you to do things you'll probably regret.
In case you haven't noticed, I'm part of that 60%.
I try to make things work out, but they only end up getting worse. Things get darker and darker for me as the semester goes on, but then I meet HIM, and some light finally enters the abyss of my life. 
How cliche, right?
WARNINGS
My incompetence as a writer (this is my first novel)
Language cuz that's what teenagers do apparently
Mentions depression, if you feel uncomfortable with this please read something much better
Your average dosage of angst
Boy x Boy, if you don't want that then read something elseAll Rights Reserved

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