Hard to Love
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Hard to love (2007) is the debut EP by musician Ripp Grunt of Vandermorgan. The record is described as having grunge and emo influences as well as an overall dark tone, with suicidal idealisation, mental illness and death being common themes. It isn't without love songs though such as on the ethereal breakout single "Guitar Song."
Ripp is a character from the sims 2 and I was so passionate about his fictional music career, fleshed out songs and albums came from it. This is the first one I'm putting on Wattpad! I consider it some sort of poetry lol.
Lana Del Rey was a great inspiration, specifically the album Lana Del Rey aka Lizzy Grant.
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