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Dec 2015
I can't remember the last time I played my guitar and I know when he gets home he'll ask me whether or not I've been playing like the star that he wants me to be well no, I'm sorry.. Please don't hate me for not wanting to carry out your childhood dreams that somehow became my own I just want to survive without becoming too broken before the end.
Jellyfish
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Jellyfish  26/F/Under The Sea
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