where words fail, music speaks;

Eighteen; not quite yet nineteen.
I have the unhealthy obsession of calling band members my babies.
I happen to also be one of those people that miss when music wasn't about who made the most records, but what was played from the heart.
My background happens to hurt my eyes as well.
Hi there stalker, I'm Chantelle.


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