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I hate how quiet I am

When u can't sleep so u jus gotta hit this move.

The truth is, I’m a depressed boy wandering through a world where it’s always raining, the kind of rain that settles into your bones and makes the whole street feel blue. And all I want, all my heart aches for, is to rest my heavy sadness on my "mother’s" lap, to melt into that quiet warmth the way lost children do when the storm has gone on too long. I'm not talking about my literal mom, it's just a feeling I crave. I wish I could trade drowning in my sorrow for the safety of her hands caressing my hair, for that soft, glowing room, dim, cold at the edges.. Where her presence feels like the only light left. Where the world outside keeps raining, but in her arms, for a moment, I could finally breathe.

Maybe I'm just invisible?

I can fight 100 people that wants her but I can't fight the one she wants

You should've seen by the look in my eyes That there was somethin' missin'.

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You'll never know how hard I'm struggling to just breathe.

The young me craved warmth so bad he lit himself on fire and called it love.

Я бы хотел родиться в России.