Heartstrings
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MatureComplete Wed, Apr 27, 2022
In a world full of hypocrites and lies.
Jazz is there living in the darkness. She hid herself for her to chase her dreams. She was so careful but her plan to be invisible all through out her 1 year in academy didn't happen so easily.
Because love changes her plan along with all her decisions that made her life go upside down.
She met people who made her see different colors again. Who made her smile, laugh and made her feel what it felt to loved and to be loved again. But it was all like a dream. Too good to be true. And among everyone she got hurt the most.
Can their heartstrings connected once more?
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I was once nothing but a kid who wants to play the piano. But then I fell in love with music. And I didn't know that my love of music will led me to love her...
I once said, that music is me, so music is my life. But now? Music is her, so she is my life...
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By hanneyame
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