меня все время спрашивают знаю ли я тайлера дердена..

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это химический ожог

ты хотел изменить свою жизнь, но не мог это сделать

иногда ты это ты

Когда начинался дождь, нам приходилось вырубать ток

Мы одержимы внешней атрибутикой преуспевания. Убийства, голод, преступность всё это не волнует меня

что за чушь? чушь полная, не буду слушать, ты псих

rejection

A nostalgic anthem built from whispers slowed and dreamlike.

Call me (Dreamy + Slowed)

Same words, different world.

There was a time when the world was quiet. Or maybe it wasn’t the world—maybe it was just me. I remember the silence, the kind that wasn’t empty but full, the kind that settled softly like dusk over a slow-moving river. Back then, my mind was still a place I could rest in, not a storm I had to survive.

It must have started as a whisper, a small ripple in the stillness, something I thought would pass. But it grew until it became everything. Now, the quiet feels like something I dreamed, something too distant to be real. I chase it, reach for it in the rare moments when the chaos slows.

And I am left here, a drift in the wind, unable to remember what it felt like to simply be.

Sometimes, late at night, when the world is half-asleep, I almost hear it again. A memory of silence, pressed between heartbeats, between the ticking of the clock and the sigh of the wind against the glass. But it never stays. The storm always finds its way back, tearing through my thoughts, scattering them like leaves in a wind I cannot stop.

I wonder - was I ever truly at peace, or was it only the absence of knowing what would come? And if I was, if that silence was real, is it lost forever? Or is it waiting for me somewhere, just beyond the horizon?

I remember the silence (rework)

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝖒𝒚 𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝒚𝖔𝖚.
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