I had a simple life. I worked two jobs, made ends meet, and hung out with my mom and twin brother. The other part of my life was about avoiding him, but when, SWAT raided my boyfriend's home, that was the last straw. The boyfriend got tossed and to help me keep busy, my brother talked me into joining their old band again, but I had to be honest. It wasn't a hard sell. Playing drums was in my blood. I used to be, addicted and that craving hadn't been, satisfied in three long years. The only problem was their lead singer. It was HIM. The drums might not have been the only thing I was addicted to. I think I was, still addicted to him too

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