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Everyone is trapped. Their egos writhe and squirm.
Everyone is trapped. Their own egos are wriggling.
Unfinished imitations and outdated songs are staring at me.
Unfinished knockoffs and outdated songs stare back at me.
But at some point, all of that pure initial impulse died.
But that pure, primal impulse—at some point, everything had died.
Who am I, here now, holding this pen? For whom, for what purpose do I live?
Who am I, the one who picks up my pen here and now, and what am I living for?
The answer I come up with with my vulgar mind has the air of a worn-out piece of rubbish.
The answer wrung from my base mind carries the stench of a hackneyed, worn-out piece.
好き 歌詞が特に
After a stream of boring copy-and-paste, I've finally completed a copy that's been done countless times.
After a stream of boring cut-and-paste, I've finally completed a copy that's been done countless times.
look at what happens to the box
Among the smartest people, what worth do I hold?
With brilliant minds running rampant, what value do I have?
Rankings I cannot deem fair refuse to acknowledge me...(This is an ugly excuse, so I'll skip the rest lol)
Ratings that don't seem fair don't rate me...Video text black and white part: (This is a nasty excuse, so I'll skip it lol)
The claim that minimizing information reveals true ability is not something to unreservedly endorse; it only breeds arrogance.
The idea that minimizing information reveals true ability,
is not something I can accept without reservation; it only breeds arrogance.
The edgy performance became trite precisely because it sought to be “not ordinary.”
This edgy acting has become stale because we seek something "unusual."
Even the saturated “shocking twists” still taste like chewing gum with flavor.
The "shocking developments" that have become saturated are still like flavored gum.
Proposal
Recommendation
I knew that the utopia we desire doesn't exist anywhere.
We knew the utopia we craved didn't exist anywhere.
So I'll just make it myself. I don't need to listen to what outsiders say.
Then we should just create it ourselves. We don't need to listen to outsiders.
No matter what conclusion it leads to, I have no choice but to create.
No matter what the conclusion, I have no choice but to create it.
Now, let's begin the experiment.
Then, let the experiment begin.
is literally my favourite part
is that mesmerizer but sped up💀😭
Ah! A melody woven by impulse alone
Ah! A melody woven impulsively.
KAFUの番
lyrics?
It wasn't supposed to be like this!
“This wasn't supposed to happen!” they say
Gradually, the voice grew quieter. Buried in anonymity.
Gradually, the voices grew quieter. Buried within anonymity.
Regret was etched in his brain, a terrible, fake smile like an artificial flower.
Regret was etched into the brain, a forced smile as artificial as an artificial flower.
You've become like that already.
You've become like that too.
No one has any idea what the answer to this situation is.
No one here could possibly know the answer to this question.
Everyone is seeking it, and perhaps this is the ugly deed of humanity...
Yet everyone sought it, a truly ugly human endeavor...
Another person realizes reality, and somewhere in some world, the curtain falls.
Another soul awoke to reality, and somewhere, a world ended, its curtain falling.
fly out Here and "sos"Join
How pitiful.
