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I bring the microphone closer to my lips, almost touching my mouth, the entire crowd being silent during the whole song, my eyes tightly shut in front of the scene lights, my friends playing in the back, I think of her, this fucking song that I wrote for her, with a meaning we are the only ones able to understand, she is not here anymore, by my side, for years, but I keep singing it, with the same amount of love and pain back when I was writing it.
My friend playing and standing next to me, knows how much this song means and hurts.
he helped me forgetting her, getting over our break-up, spent days and nights with me in my small flat, stayed by my side, kissing and cuddling in front of stupid shows and movies I was too drunk or high to understand at the moment.
We never admitted to ourselves that we loved each other more than just appreciating like the friends we are since a decade now. He doesn't dare to approaches me, only focusing on his wild style at the guitar. I can hear, and feel him moving around as I start screaming the end of the song, blasting my lungs out, one hand in the air and tears coming to my closed eyes as I think of her, see her, the lyrics describing her, a septum piercing, the first day of spring, little miss and sweet dreams in Tennessee.
@JuWay8
