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lyrics:
Smiles and her laughter
It's the only thing that I've been waiting for a time
Regardless of our distance and our hope grows greater
Trapped by pretty eyes and letters for all time
The only thing that I've been waiting for
I hope it's something worth the waiting
'Cause it's the only time that I ever feel real
Thunderstorms could never stop me
'Cause there's no one in the world like Emily
She's simple yet confusing
Her sparkling eyes make me weak at my words, they tremble
Days seem like years in this month of December
The winter coldens me for I have yet to sleep
And never will I give up trying 'cause you're everything to me
I hope it's something worth the waiting
'Cause It's the only time that I ever feel real
thunderstorms could never stop me
'Cause there's no one in the world like Emily

emily

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prod casper's pishogue 
i think im obbess with how i look at you
every time we talk i just wanna kill you
so im sick and tired of all things you do
im sick tired of all things you d0
bloodstains on all the walls
im so tired of theses fucking withdraws
i really hope you get my call
cause im so done with you 
its so scary in my inside  my head
hold my breath and hope i can count 10
i hope i make it 10 secs

kill

1 Timothy 2-5

(I fucking hate the lyrics to this song)

Every smile that you fake makes me cry
Ran out of tears to try
Said goodbye but you're still on my mind
Every thought pulls me back to that time 

Oh, you know, you know, all I do is just for you
Oh I know, I know, everything is fucking screwed
Stay still, don't move 
Close your eyes we'll have a good time
 Good time
Just let it fly by

Well you know that I want us to have a good time
It's just a matter of time to have a fun night
Well you know that I want us to have a good time
Guess it's fun when you're faking it half the time

Well you know that I want us to have a good time
It's just a matter of time to have a fun night
Well you know that I want us to have a good time
Guess it's fun when you're faking it half the time

What's the time?
I'm waiting for your reply
It's so dark out
I can't even see the lights 
What's all this fuss about
Why are you like this now
Please can you cut this out
Why are you like this now

Well you know that I want us to have a good time
It's just a matter of time to have a fun night
Well you know that I want us to have a good time
Guess it's fun when you're faking it half the time

Well you know that I want us to have a good time
It's just a matter of time to have a fun night
Well you know that I want us to have a good time
Guess it's fun when you're faking it half the time


time?

i'm too clingy
i'm too attached
but i never know how to really change that
i'm too clingy
i'm too attached
and i don't really know how to fucking change that

damn i already fucked it up
n i think ur losing love
all my friends say i need to chill
to chill
but i can't help these anxious thoughts
that happen in my brain
n i just really think i need to kill
myself

i just need to vent

dark black hair, you got me where u want me to be
your green eyes in the night remind me of the evergreens
i'd see back home, oh how i'd love to take you there 
It's all i know, and with you by my side nothing compares

a step outside the city

still in luv

im almost certain i played the bass part one note off but whatever

drug approved (2023)

At dawn, when the world is still undecided about the day, a small bird begins her work.
She doesn’t rush. She gathers what most would overlook: a loose feather, a dry blade of grass, a thread dropped by someone who never noticed it fall. One by one, she brings them back to a narrow branch and fits them together. The nest is imperfect, uneven, and fragile. It is enough. She doesn’t need grand plans or certainty; only simple reasons to keep going.
Between trips, she pauses. She listens. The air is cool. The light is soft. Nothing remarkable happens, and that is precisely why it feels safe.
When the eggs hatch, the days become quieter and heavier at the same time. Food is never abundant. The sky is not always kind. She flies out anyway, returning with insects so small they seem hardly worth the effort. Yet each beak opens, each movement is life insisting on itself. She feeds them patiently, again and again, not because it guarantees anything, but because care is built on simple reasons repeated daily.
Some mornings are gray. The wind cuts sharper than expected. The nest sways, and for a moment, everything feels temporary. But the young sleep, warm and close, unaware of the doubt that passes through her wings. Their trust is complete. It steadies her.
In time, the nest will be left behind. It always is. The bird knows this, though she never mourns it while it still holds purpose. What remains is not the nest itself, but what it made possible.
Peace doesn’t arrive all at once. It is built the same way the nest is: quietly, from ordinary things, held together by attention. Love is not loud. Happiness is not constant. Well-being is simply the relief of knowing that, for now, there is warmth, there is food, and there are simple reasons to believe today is worth tending.
And in that enough, hope takes root, light as a feather, strong as a promise made one small act at a time.


Simple reasons

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