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You listened to this music because it was cool. You liked it because everyone else in the scene did. But now your scene is dead and you've all moved on. And I'm still listening, I'm still feeling every chord move every cell in my soul, I'm still being moved by every lyric. This is my music, this is what I live for. This music personifies the living hell that goes on in my head and the demons that scream between my ears. This music is my life, and it is the last thing in the world that slightly relieves this broken life I lead. So you grew up and moved on? Good. I'm tired of frat stars and dumb sorostitute bitches at my fucking shows. Go fuck yourselves and catch Skrillex and the rest of that audio poison the next time he comes to town. Good fucking riddance.
To me, this is cathartic.
To me, this is everything.
To me, this is what I would do but I cannot because my soul is long broken. I will never succeed at anything short of death, but this music puts words and shapes to the hell that exists in my head.
This music is the only thing that makes life worth living. And it's failing me these days. Because nothing makes life worth living anymore. I await the end with open arms, as I always will. There is nothing and nobody left for me here.
To me, this is cathartic.
To me, this is everything.
To me, this is what I would do but I cannot because my soul is long broken. I will never succeed at anything short of death, but this music puts words and shapes to the hell that exists in my head.
This music is the only thing that makes life worth living. And it's failing me these days. Because nothing makes life worth living anymore. I await the end with open arms, as I always will. There is nothing and nobody left for me here.