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Thoughts from a Raccoon
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Song 1 Style TBD:
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Tears that fall for you
Only make the rain feel wetter
Every message that you sent
I keep holding on to each letter
Even though I know your gone
Even though it's for the best
Even though I know you hurt me
Even after all the rest
Only make the rain feel wetter
Every message that you sent
I keep holding on to each letter
Even though I know your gone
Even though it's for the best
Even though I know you hurt me
Even after all the rest
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Song 2 (trigger warning: sensitive subjects such as mental illness and suicide) Style of Nightmare by Zach Callison:
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Every morning he wakes up to another
day. Hiding from the outside under the sheets. He contemplates what
will it be like as he lie. A lie. its all he ever truly knows. He
never tells them what hes really like because he believes if he
doesn't he'll stay happy but what does that even mean? To be happy
is it to stand with a smile on your face even when on the inside
you're crying. To pretend your find even though you know you're
just effed up, insecure, needy and emotional? that all you need is
a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry, someone to listen. Listen. Do
you hear the sobs of those that have to hide what they truly feel
because if they even let the slightest bit out, the slightest
glimpse of the emotion inside they may explode and send a tsunami
of pain and suffering that will destroy them from the inside.
Committing mental suicide because no one can relate to them or what
they've been through- then again... maybe its just nothing. maybe
its nothing too important not enough for those to care enough
they'd even know its there enough. its time to get up. the alarm
blares. you need to get up. get up get up WAKE UP. Was it just a
dream? A nightmare you cant forget because it always ends the same.
Body in the bed. Tears on the floor. only youve learned the tears
just dont come anymore. why would they? where would they fall? The
shoulder of someone who isnt there? The palms of which your body
shares? Your mind of which is beyond repair? Reparations are due
and you cannot pay to fix what is broken, so every day you walk
alone, your mind at bay, youre not okay, and still you say, Im
fine. And thats fine. Because for all you know you are. Until you
step off the stool and cloth hits skin. Struggling to breathe as
the weight of the world pulls you down. until all is still. And the
nightmare finally ends.