sidewalks and skeletons  goth (slowed+reverb)

credits go to cold polar bear on yt 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EORudUGDeHU

softcore (slowed instrumental) - the neighbourhood

DISCLAIMER
The original track is NOT composed neither produced by me.
All rights reserved to @m83.

HurryUp, We'ReDreaming.

M83 - Midnight City (slowed)

The Perfect Girl The Motion Retrowave Remix

sidewalks and skeletons - goth [slowed]

Goth - Sidewalks and skeletons(best part+looped) (Slowed + reverb)

"This song is representing that moment of your life, when you just stop and think of the time and place where you started, and how much you have achieved, and how much progress have been made. My own Personal Experience." -  @qaziumerfarooq6739

Sidewalks And Skeletons - Goth (slowed + Reverb) Best Part Loop

Goth (Reverb&Slowed)

Didn’t make this just sharing it, all credit goes to the original creator 💯💯 🎅🏿🎅🏿🎅🏿 觉的自己任副歌真的 🌌🌌🌌

You lost - Goth (Slowed + Reverb)

Goth (Slowed  Reverb)

Some nights I feel the world
breathing through the cracks in me,
like time is folding
around the memories I tried to keep clean.
And I wonder
if every moment we survived
was just a quiet lesson
we didn’t know how to read.

This life
is a strange machine.
It turns our pain into meaning
long after we stop bleeding.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

I held my breath for years
waiting for the world to make sense,
but everything keeps changing
faster than the scars can settle in.
And maybe
we’re not meant to understand the structure,
only carry pieces of the story
that shaped us.

Maybe meaning
is just a reflection
we catch for a second
before it slips back into the dark.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

And if nothing here is certain,
why does it feel so real
when a moment breaks us open?
Why do we cling to details
that the universe forgets?
Maybe the smallest things
are the ones that stay.

There’s a quiet truth
that follows us like light.
We’re temporary bones
carrying infinite nights.
We fade,
but something in our wake remains.
The quiet truth is simple:
we are more than what we lose.

The quiet truth

t͓͖̃̓͒̅ͮ̾͌ h̛̝̗̞͗͛ͥͩͬ̊͠   ȩ̡̧͖̻̜̭̖̰̪̻̤̠͎͆ͪͨ̅͑̾̈́̇̂́ͧ̆͑̽͐̕͟͢ rĕ̷̜̹̣̘͍̤͖̆ͮ̌͐͗̔̕͢  i̵̢̝̾ͨs̶̢͓̜̰̯̘̟̾̃ͤ̍̂̈́̈ͥ̔̂͊͐̋ͅ n̳̤̩̅̔̋ͫ̌ͪ͗ͫ́̾̅ͦ̆̓̈ͣ͂͢͢͜_̵̢͍̜̃ͫ̓o̶̘̟̭͖̣̼̜̱̦͙̣̣̹̱̣͙̼̽ͯ̆̈ͤ̓̿͊̂̈̓̈̾ͮ̆̔̀ͧ̅̉̅ͮ  ȩ̸̸͉̗̤̖̖̖͔̜͙̜͍͙̥͗͗̍̋̾̓̀ͩ́̍ͧ̽̀͊ͭ̆ͭ̓̎̀̚͘̚͢͡s̶͇̻̙ͪ͒̈́̓̓̕ c̵̷̵̼͇̞͓̤͖̭̞͍̟̐̐͆̅̐̒ͫ̂ͮͬͨ̚ͅa̸̶̴̬͈̤̲̝͖̩̪̠̤͓͙̼̫̭̓ͬ̒̊̽ͦ̉̉̽̽̃ͯͧͤ̆̓͘ p̩͈e̢͙̳̫̰̫̜͕̣̽̈́̎̃̓̎ͬͪ͑̈̈́̍ͩͧ̋̅͋̂̉͜͞

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Sidewalks And Skeletons - Goth (slowed + Reverb) Best Part Loop

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