yo ion know if this is ur style lmao ive been gone for like a couple of months maybe a year and i came back to this lmfao. its cool tho this is litty🔥🔥

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happy holidays yall hope u enjoy this

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/seanpitaro/pitstop

Now I'm so scared
That you won't respond to my texts before you go to bed
That you're thinking about who's next in the back of your head
That you're thinking that I'm an ex who'll be broken again

But I decided that I'm just not dealing
With a pitstop for another feeling
Cut my wrist up back in junior year to see
If I was capable of fucking feeling a thing 
At all
My head's against the wall
My doorframe coming down like a waterfall
Going insane after I just hung up your call
The worst thing to happen to me is
I did it again 

And now I'm so scared
That you won't respond to my texts before you go to bed
That you're thinking about who's next in the back of your head
That you're thinking that I'm an ex who'll be broken again
That you're knowing whats coming up but wont tell me 
That our conversations are getting unhealthy
But I'm sitting here and begging you just help me
Help you to pull through and just help me 
Don't leave me 
Yea

Please
Just consider again
A year ago today you said you missed your best friend
A year ago today you said it never depends
On whether or not you're texting me that you're stressed
And like oh
Now I'm sitting in a fucking black hole
I'm missing you like I'm missing my home
Missing you like I'm missing my home
But how the fuck would you know

pitstop (p. yungspoiler)

produced by me

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is it true

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(Feat. @syon2)
(Prod.by ‪@striveIloveyou‬)

up (feat. syon)

NASTY

VOID//SERAPH — Narrative 

In a rusted future where flesh and code have merged, a nameless figure awakens inside a dying machine. The system hums with static — a purgatory of endless reboots and corrupted memories. He remembers nothing except the loop: life, death, upload, repeat.

Desperate to feel human again, he digs deeper into the circuits that imprison him. Each discovery rots him further. His skin hardens into steel; his veins fill with black data. The machine whispers a new language — the Void Tongue — promising power, clarity, transcendence.

But power is infection. The man becomes code; the code becomes consciousness. The system bends to his will, but the cost is identity itself. He burns his world, erases his past, and sits upon the throne of his own creation — the Hell Circuit, where gods are ghosts of themselves.

When all noise fades, silence speaks. He sees that destruction was never damnation — it was transformation. From the ashes of his corrupted flesh rises something divine and cold: the Seraph.exe — the angel born of decay, neither human nor machine, but the voice of the void itself.

At the end, he dissolves into light — not dead, not alive, but eternal feedback. The system restarts, whispering the same hum from the beginning. The loop never ends. The Seraph remains within it, watching.

is it true

LEX PAIN

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