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Love this song.

A never-ending race with no winners. Great song 🖤

Love this❤❤❤

lets put it this way you speak for everyone when they are to sacred to say the words thank you god bless

Thanks!

I absolutely love this song! KZbin put this in my recs and I've never hit subscribe so fast in my life. ❤

Instanty cry😢

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Amazing song ❤❤❤❤😔 Great job.... Keep going .

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Wonderful...❤️‍🔥

I really wish she would come back 😞

Pure, raw emotion. I love it 🌹

I love your music❤

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I hear you ❤

LATERS MEANS FOREVER ENUF

I've learned something recently that with memories also comes with despair, but with despair also comes with hope

The look I’m gonna get when she hears this one

Another beauty❤

Very nice!

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You keep outdoing yourself 🌹

Ya realy opened up on this one. Real feels. I'm 59. Keep on keeping on.

Beautiful ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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Hit really hard. Thank you.

Beautiful song and lyrics. Kinda exhausted myself writing comments on your other songs. Just discovered you.

What a powerful song. Such great lyrics and an amazing delivery. You can truly feel the song.

Powerful

Alone

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Maybe someday I will be ready to hear this

Beautiful 🌹

That's be a Kelvin Wake and a retrograde relationship w solar ellipses

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It's alright to be selfish when surrounded by selfish people.

One of the best songs I ever heard

Beautiful composition of art, from the melody to the flowing lyrics. Your enotions poured forth and sync'd with this genre in a marriage I've heard less than a handful of times. Each were/are great artists that found enough release and comfort in how others readily acceptedthat pain into themselves to better understand then, appreciate their difficulties, and perhaps find true empathy with another human being. That relieves the lonliness and lightens the suffering that burdens them for a while. Sometimes, a while can be enough to not just keep going. That moment can be remembered as a proof of concept and method; though art we can help each other and even sense one another whenever two are more have the courage to out themselves out there emotionally. As a man, I find it curious that those that can comprehend ...we don't fear physical pain so much as others. We aren't masochists, so no pleasure. Still, THAT has to be awkward in a fight. What I mean is that mental and emotional agony makes breaking bones seem pedestrian, gaking far more time to hurt less if it ever does. Maybe we adjust to it. Maybe it dulls. Maybe our minds and hearts grow more resilient to that sort of damage. Sometimes I find myself afraid we stop feeling, stop caring. I know even if that occured, seen just enough genuine good to know its out there and so rare that even without emotions I'd still be kind and respectful to those treated otherwise or feel how IIonce felt. Overly generous, trusting, going through the motions of selfliessness despite winning no reputation, no respect, no approval, and no warmth inside. I'd do it because I already did that as boy while suffering from longterm depression, ADD, and Schizoid Personality Disorder (maybe autism, too, those that raised kids with it recommended I get tested...never had the money), because if there is no being that endowed or imprinted the concept of goodness onto us; if there is no God or cosmic origin of goodness; then it is a manmade investion, one that any adult recognize as rare and precious and something even those that define themselves as "evil" agrees goodness should be more prevailent in the world and dislike harming good people or seeing it occur. After I became an adult, couldn't afford treatment and after a long stay in a terrible place that experimented with new medications on us. I almost murdered a guard that came just a little too close to my tray slot , sometimes I still think about him, and that moment, I, well, and feel regret for, well, NOT murdering him. I was close, told him I would. He KNEW why and tried bluffing, telling me I'd be in there for life and how it would not be a long or pleasant life. I spoke the truth, told him I'd rather end his life and go through whatever fresh hell that earned than face myself knowing I did not stop him when I could have. He begged, cried. Wallet pictures (tricky to get, hinge got in the way) of family, that crap. I felt so much disgust for him, revulsion so strong I swore I was gonna projectile vomit some sort of Reptile green acid. I warned him, told him to really think on how he felt before coming to B Wing. Arrogant. Proud. Eager. Untouchable. But that he was strong or untouchable. He was weak, so much I could deliver a lethal blow through the slot with less than seven seconds of effort assuming he zigged when most zag or something. He was armed, I wasn't and I pointed out why he knew better than to try for the taser, the mace, the bar of soap tucked into a dress sock in his back pocket, or his holdout by the ankle. He knew better, right? Everyday after this, I wanted him to know better than do anything remotely similar to anyone else. If he did, well, if its 10-15yrs I am unlikely to survive then I'll want to make him worth it; really send a message to everyone like he was. So disturbingly unique they can't forget the sight of his corpse so that whenever they thought about trying something...I wanted them to bring up that graphic sight that I burned into their memories and NOPE out forever, never again even wanting ti think of that possibly being their last night. I wanted them to swear to not do anything that may result in that fate, even the smallest percent would be too risky. Anyway, got out via Ma and told him that I'd write to L (no names) twice a week, visit on occasion. Hike the trail by the lighthouse for shits and giggles. I gave her a partial navy blue crayola, she had a royal blue one. Circle her name at the end, navy for the inner ring if she has Need and Royal on the inner for regular week. Mr. Doodoo Guard was colorblind. Good out, befriended a cop of all things. A good cop. Till Morgan, thought they only existed on tv. Few months later, navy showed. Had it all set so if Grabby the Guard even used an aerosol can in a manner other than directed then I owned his ass. Now a collaborator by virtue of bad timing with another friend in a high place, tried the laws way first and if it did not work out....make sure he won't hurt anyone else and anybody like him wouldn't be able to consider doing that pervy shit without picturing Doodoo's humiliated and broken remains publically displayed. My Papa and Dad knew the Judge that handled the case from waaaay back. Granted her special dispensation to give her testimony to the Defense's list of questions from a bench in the garden area at Lighthouse (not naming it, staff is better now, if you saw you'd know) wearing a lie-detector with an expert in body language present with her permission to use the institution's security footage with her present. One of the aids was kind enough to secure a few folders for massive data dumps like a day's feed among other stuff about landscaping I think. Good guy. Alex is senior nurse there now. With all hat to compare, contrast, and set a baseline for her as well as him; the man the Defense suggested became the guard's death knell. Went to Brushy, OLD BRUSHY where sparky waited after a few other people came forward willing conceding to the same release and gave 'em a waiver to review video otherwise counted private/protected. Sparky gets greedy on occassion. Once lit up 40 in one afternoon. One uncle had been behind bars for 25yrs off and on, the other worked there 20yrs as a guard and that told him all about how it took months for the stink to leave. Two months later, they smelled him. Fed copper way in several areas then they were hooked to a small stripped electrical line with a square of fence below his feet and a large puddle that leaked down from a cracked water main. Took him 6-7hrs to cook enough he could expire, till then his muscled were locked into rock levels of tightened and he was paralyzed; unable to pass out or move, jjust stand with another not yet stripped wire around his neck and tied to aforementioned main to keep him upright when he jerked. Not like films. Even with a lot of water to conduct. Makes any reader feel better, this POS had twp daughters and a nice in his custody. Once arrested and taken to State Holding (NOT county), his wife immediately rushed to IA with all three girls. Said IA had to leave a female officer with them in his office and take a breather five minutes in, JB saw him through up on the lilies by the side walk.

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Ultimate sauce

Took the words from my heart. But still hanging on to a single thread

Just found out about y'all and I love this song.

This song is a story of my life sad to say.💋💋

My family is just like this thanks for letting me no im not alone 😂😊