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voidism

depersonalization-derealization(?)

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to exist in your purest and to thoroughly comprehend what it means to do so seems almost improbable in execution. the encounters had with surroundings and to take with face value those interactions comes with a network of complexities that only delays oneself in their ability to function accordingly.

i couldn't form this feeling into words, and being unable to do so has been painfully frustrating for quite some time. the amount of people who are willing to help you but cannot because they themselves don't have a clue, and you can't help them understand because the world cannot wait on you to find the appropriate words, IF they are tangible and exist. the withdrawal, pullback, physical and mental fatigue, and lingering threat and fear has created a hollow room for me, and i've been on board for longer than i can even remember.

i thought at some point it was carbon monoxide poisoning.

it isn't. something is wrong, for sure.

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on this pillar alone trembling in fear

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UNMUSIQUE. FOR. EVERYONE.

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my stomach turns thinking about the things i could do for music and art overall.. i'm only now just getting started

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very good sake

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this is probably the only time you'll ever see me speak on anything of this sort but please do bear with me. i've always expressed my distaste for wifiskeleton/*67 and artists related to him because they are all a melting pot of people who are an endagerment to women, and i refuse to be affiliated with any of them. i also had a bit of a personal vendetta against star until early this year where he sent me a self deprecating yet sincere apology for how he treated me around the time i was working with the greed collective, and i responded in forgiveness (in realization it was overly minuscule for me to hold a grudge). everything up until this point was hinting at the fact that he needed the utmost help he could possibly get, was apparent he was detereorating in real time, and ultimately died in the hands of people he considered "friends." it's difficult for me to sympathize with him for obvious reasons, but one thing that i can't bring myself to do is publicly/privately celebrate his death. i'd be a hypocrite if i did exactly that.

most, if not, everyone who is celebrating this has some sort of deviated moral compass. it's people who work for artists, listen to artists, praise artists, and are even acquainted with artists who are known for their sex related offenses, who are celebrating his death. only in this world will people pick and choose which sex offender is worthy of being grieved and which is deserving of slander. the fact that niggas will refuse to hold these felons collectively accountable for their offenses against women demonstrates that their emotions aren't driven by any sort of sympathy for victims, if there even is any at all. it's all performative and it makes me sick to my stomach.

maybe i'm wrong for everything i'm saying, and if so i want to understand it and get it right. otherwise, this is something that will never sit right with my heart.

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unmusique for everyone

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i now look at infinitude like i used to look at my 2020 music when i made sisterhood

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an evil man outside your window with a gaudy briefcase of temptations

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