My Guitar Girl

My Guitar Girl

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Ever heard of omegle the website? I've heard of it but I never thought I used it .... Until my best friend ditched me. Until my boyfriend dumped me. Until my parents went into a new job and left me at home all by myself. Ever since, I was always alone. Having no friends and family, what's the use of tweeting about your day? Hence, I dropped twitter. However, I never stopped playing my guitar. I loved music and always will. Then I turned to omegle. It solved all of my problems, making me chat with people who didn't know me and didn't care. I got to chat about lots of stuff with them. Break-ups, friendships, make-ups, shoes, clothes, celebrities. All of these that I've talked about with strangers before. Then there was this person. His words affected me as he talked about his break up. He made me want to just hug him there and then. His words impacted me so badly. But why? Why did I feel that way? I was just a girl behind the computer screen playing her guitar.... ... or was I?
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