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Lunda Lay
Lunda Lay

Lunda Lay

BrokensoulBrokensoul

Stop for a moment and visualize a musician. How do you see them? Playing in a band? Cheering? Maybe even teaching at a school? I can bet, no matter how you imagine them, you don’t imagine one like me.

Who am I? Well, I’m a nobody in the big world. A small girl with big dreams. But that’s not what you meant, right? You meant deeper. You meant, what is my name? What do I do? Who am I?

Well, dear reader, I am who I am, and that is all you need to know. I do what I do, and that is of no concern to you. Or is it?

What are you thinking of me? Am I a petty girl? Or am I more? I highly doubt you’ll guess right. I am my own story. The one you are reading. A story can’t be said in a multitude of words. A story takes time.

So I doubt you already can tell much about me. I’m not just a guess you come up with. I am a person. Like you, except not.

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Brokensoul
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Posted
2 May, 2019
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