𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. 

Almost 200K, it's crazy to see how far this channel's come in such a short time. Thank you all for supporting me and the incredible artists I get to work with 💙

Let's be honest boys, we still love her but we wont get to be with her ever again.

This honestly reminds me of an online friend that i grew really close too, She disappeared without a trace, the last time she spoke to me was when she wanted to talk to me about something personal, and when i said I'm all ears and ready to listen, she never replied back after that It's been 6 months now since she vanished from the internet, I hope she's okay wherever she is now I'll edit this comment if she returns back to the internet

maybe in another universe

do you ever wish to see her again for the one last time?

When your happiness starts depending on someone else it really becomes a problem

Literally 50% wont see this but God bless you and stay safe.

We will meet again in another life...

Eurgh. Where do I even begin. We met when I was five, and she was fifteen. I think. It’s all blurry now. It was a family party. She pulled me away from the crowd of people, and led me into her room. And there, she let me play Spider-Man: Shattered Dimensions. At the same time, I discovered how much I loved Spider-Man, and how much I loved video games. I’m pretty sure she was the reason why I stopped thinking girls had cooties too. Somewhere along the way, she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Shockingly. Impossibly. And it broke her. Progressively, throughout the years, I watched her degrade. So much. From the Volley Ball team’s Ace, to someone who smoked and drank everyday in her dingy apartment, barely making ends meet. She hated her parents. Her family. For so many reasons. Chief among them being that they still wanted her to study in med school, rather than let her travel the world or study music. I know she was cursing them for the genetics they gave her too. She had to have been. I think she liked my company because I never treated her like I pitied her. Like I saw her any less for being terminally sick. And for that, we grew close. Really close. She got drunk in front of me. Smoked in front of me. Sometimes I’d sip from her desert wine, or she’d let me try a puff or two from her cigarette. Just a taste. She didn’t treat me like a kid. I liked that about her. She’s about the only person who I can confidently say genuinely cherished me. My parents were a lot like hers. Real academics over everything people. We related because of that. We grew closer. I think I took her for granted. The first time I saw the scars all over her body, I didn’t bring them up. Nor did I bring them up anytime after. Because I was scared. I could have stopped it. I should have stopped it. Even if I couldn’t have, I should have at least done something. I found out that she died months after she actually passed. From searching up her name, and finding an obituary. My parents didn’t tell me because, at the time, it was AP exam season. If I had known, I would have scored lower. I missed the funeral. Of course I did. It was months after. But what gets to me is that I still haven’t visited the grave. “Be a cool adult.” She said. But how could I, when the coolest adult I knew had ended her own life? I knew her time was limited, but I didn’t think it’d be so soon. Again, I took her for granted. I made an attempt on my own life shortly after. Last September, I think. I got taken to the psych ward, and flash forward to now… I’m still not over her. I’m 19 days from graduating at 16, and I’m still at the lowest point of my life. She won’t be there. She won’t be there to wrap her arms around my shoulders, and tell me how proud she is. I won’t ever feel the warmth of her body against mine again. I won’t ever smell the scent of cheap booze and cigarettes on her breath while she drunkenly rambles about the stars again. She should have turned 26. Should have. I’m afraid of growing older than her. I’m already forgetting her voice. The worst part was dialing her phone number, only for her voicemail to not be there anymore. God. Not a day goes by where I don’t feel tempted to join her. And I don’t know why I don’t.

We broke up 12 days ago and this has been too hard for me. I really need her with me right now, I want to see her, give her a hug and tell her I love her, but I know that in the end it won't be a good thing for both of us. She told me it wouldn't be good for her to see me, so I guess I'll never see her again, and that hurts me. I really really miss her :(

I comment on all of these new releases. The music sends me spiraling into a time and place i never left.. maybe some day i will leave my story as some of you have. Until then, as always.. i miss you Fali, and i hope you are well…

Potrebbe venire definita come musica terapeutica Mi ricorda il passato, momenti belli e brutti Malinconia

(Verse 1) In a crowd, she stood apart, A vision etched within my heart. Her smile, a fleeting glimpse of light, In that moment, everything felt right. (Chorus) But she's just a memory, a passing glance, A wistful dream, a lost romance. In the silence, she softly fades, A love unspoken, a serenade. (Verse 2) Her laughter danced upon the air, A melody beyond compare. Yet fate's cruel hand did intervene, Now she's a ghost, a phantom unseen. (Chorus) But she's just a memory, a fleeting chance, A bittersweet echo, a fateful dance. In the shadows, she softly fades, A love untold, a serenade. (Bridge) Could've been something, if only fate had smiled, But now she's a whisper in the wind, a dream defiled. I'll hold onto that moment, though it slips away, For in my heart, she'll forever stay. (Chorus) But she's just a memory, a distant glance, A tender echo, a lover's trance. In the distance, she softly fades, A love unfinished, a serenade.

Amazing songlist, thank you!!

To most this might be about love. I bullied her. I hate myself everyday. She moved after the school year ended. I never got to say Im sorry for everything. The looks I got….those looks of disgust. I tries to apologize to her friends…they backed away with fear? I hate myself I wish I never did that.

I'm using this music while reading and I love it ❤

Love will tear us apart, again (Joy Division)

I imagine turning into an invisible ghost form and flying to her just to see her and make sure she's happy and safe wherever she is

The artuement the heart and brqin goes through for one last time

love your music.

happy 200k dude

My Erika killed herself in 2021. Life honestly has just been off since she has gone. I really thought one day when I got my life together, we’d find our way back to each other and be happy together. Is someone supposed to be here without their soulmate?

nice sound💓

and maybe it's for the better...

Each separation holds within the chance of a new beginning, even if it may not seem apparent at the moment. ❤‍🩹

nice

How do you create such pictures? I mean this effect on the picture?

How do you get that image i like it

What is the gift that you actually desire?

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