My Phantom
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After my dad's death the opera was my only escape from the grieve. Music is my salvation and only thing that make me feel, except when I sing for her, My Phantom. She's lurking behind the shadows and watches me. I know it, I can feel it, I can feel her. But she's always hiding, never showing her face until one night...
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