I- I need a tissue box while writing this script.

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It- These are the tracks that I listend too that reached down into my heart and pulled my life into the oceans, deep down, somewhere the hidden memorys apper far out in the horizen.

And there, floating in the stillness beneath the waves, I see echoes—faded laughter, flickers of old light, pieces of who I used to be. Every note a ripple. Every element in that track is a whisper from a time I forgot I remembered. It hurts, but it heals. Like crying in the rain, where no one knows but the sky. *snifff* These songs… they don’t just play. They *haunt*.