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Ongoing, First published Jul 08, 2019
Mature
That one song that brings back all the memories.

Music is just memories; good, bad, old and new. Our songs tell our storys. Our songs change over time as we do, but they are the first and last things we hear.

Will you listen close enough to save them? 

Follow me on this trip as we follow four different teenagers and listen to their songs.

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This story has;
•Drugs and alcohol
•Suicide
•Abuse
•Lgbt+
•death 
•and more
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P.s. this is just something I come up with at 1 in the morning
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Does anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything in between? No one cares about that, I guess. Everyone just wants to know how what begins and how what ends; the rest is history. The rest is nothing and everything at the same time, because those who want to see, want to feel, breathe in it all--they are the lost souls in the world. They are lost, searching, needing, and craving souls. They are you and they are me. Lost in this world of collateral damage, hoping to be rescued. Searching for what can rescue them, whether that be a person or a drug or a hobby. Needing whatever it is soon because they have drowned and they are six feet under, floating in alcohol and seizing due to heroin and crying because of a him or a her. And craving--craving to die and to live all at once, for they know life is a beautiful disaster and they know about the good and the evil in this world; it has hurt them, numbed them, and misplaced them. But maybe, all they need to do--what every one of us needs to do--is stop whatever it is we're doing. Stop searching. Stop needing. Stop craving. And be. Just be. warning: a majority of this work will be in lower case on purpose