4 Results in the "Melancholy Cherry’s Melancholy Heaven" category
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There is no self-pity, sorrow, or resentment. This is just who I am. No matter what, I will live proudly as Cherry. Broken, shattered, and in this shabby state.- 2.0 K • New
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MCMH | Chapter 1.3
I wore a cardigan and scarf Sandy stole from her brother's closet and sat on the street, strumming the guitar. The borrowed acoustic guitar, Billy, was old but still produced a great sound, perfect for busking. I played my most confident original song in front of Sandy's phone. Yesterday's me asks today's surviving me Hey, is it raining there? Today's world begs tomorrow's dead me Let's never meet again, us. Under the crumbling castle, I stand with myself At first, I felt the gazes and was…-
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MCMH | Chapter 1.2
"Cherry, can you live without music?" "Um... I get it!" I answered quickly, but I only half understood. I suddenly thought maybe I'm living better without music right now. I hate and don't believe in heaven, but I think parallel universes might exist. If there are parallel universes, in one world, there's a me who doesn't do rock and whose mom didn't die. To that Cherry, who's probably living well, I send a middle finger. "By the way, have you been to the hospital? You said you've been dizzy…-
6.2 K • Ongoing
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MCMH | Chapter 1.1
Everyone called me Cherry. I introduced myself as Cherry too. I'm Cherry. No last name. Sometimes I'm called bastard, male whore, rag, or junkie. You might think, what kind of guy is named Cherry? I don't like it either. You can call me whatever you want. Even when I joke, people don't laugh. People on New York 125th Street don't have a sense of humor. They don't know how to joke. They're all boring folks. That's why rock died. I think rock crumbled because humor disappeared. But I still…-
6.2 K • Ongoing
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