Soloist
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  • Parts 13
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  • Reads 270
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 13
  • Time 50m
Ongoing, First published Dec 21, 2019
S O L O I S T

[His Dream:] Amber eyes was staring at the mini screen. Melody through wires made to interact with the beat causes my body to shake and get along with the flow. Watching them was an envy. They have more impact and looks than I am. I wish I could be like them and be part of them.

[His Destiny:] Why am I here? Too young. Doing stuff I didn't most likely to do. Comedy? Playing as a role like this is such a pain in a**. Blue eyes represent shining star if I chose to be in this path. Will destiny chose the right way?

[His Fate:] Now. I understand of what the hardships are. Disgusting wastelands, cold night, famine, and uncomfortability are here, together with me. I think fate made this to make my own regrets in the present. Brown eyes signs me the nightmares of my life.
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