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I give my mom a hug and feel nothing. No happiness, no love, no comfort. I want to repel away. She looks at my face with worry as she sees the absence of care on my face. She sees my dark eyes and straight smile.
Pounding drums fill my savage nature, The sound of the booming bass as it cuts through the clicky kick drums rattles my mind, Raunchy, raw crunchy low-fi or full of sweet low end hi-fi guitars makes my head wanna bang