this story is h=on hold due to i have another account and im focusing on writing a story from :) f I went out the back door nobody would stop me But where would I go? Cause I ain't ever had a real home So what do I know? So I could keep running, hide until they find me But what would that do? If they could only know what I knew What would it prove? I should've seen the writing on the wall Instead I'm left to fall Cause the longer I'm away The more we stay the same Looking back where I thought I knew it all Instead I'm left to fall Did I throw it all away?~Danny (Hollywood undead) You can't help who you fall in love with. No but can you stop it? Cloie lived. In fear of her past, always looking behind her back check doors and windows are locked. She knows she's fucked up but she can't stop herself from hoping she can some how be normal. Cloie needs music to survive, its the only thing that could save her, but then she met him. Bad boy? Or is it for show? Acting is his way of being a different person. Drugs, parties, women and repeat. One kiss can change it all. And love can just fuck it up.
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