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  • https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=SBBrveoLtZ4&si=S6xpjcksmROd6DkM
    https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=SBBrveoLtZ4&si=S6xpjcksmROd6DkM
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  • https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suahjU1mdEs&list=RDNWsM_NU2VcQ&index=39
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suahjU1mdEs&list=RDNWsM_NU2VcQ&index=39
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  • https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMJdSmXTMy8
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMJdSmXTMy8
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  • We are havin a Ball up here..

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMJdSmXTMy8
    We are havin a Ball up here.. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMJdSmXTMy8
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  • ſmæl ne ƿeran ſmæl
    ſmæl ne ƿeran ſmæl
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  • https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mq4Ob423S9s&list=PLxqvWHboP_g9pfczHPjgK0DReiCVSVSmM
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mq4Ob423S9s&list=PLxqvWHboP_g9pfczHPjgK0DReiCVSVSmM
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  • To all you mothers out there.

    https://youtu.be/RePtDvh4Yq4?si=mC1hE_ZfJsmwdnoD
    To all you mothers out there. https://youtu.be/RePtDvh4Yq4?si=mC1hE_ZfJsmwdnoD
    Dark Love
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  • Lately, I've been noticing again how I'm becoming emotionally hardened and how everything feels surreal and intangible. However, it's currently at a level of severity that I last felt 7-8 years ago, when I was emotionally dead and constantly wearing a mask that was stuck on.

    I wake up at night with my head in chaos and wonder if I can even comprehend or understand the right answers at the moment.

    Sometimes I just lie there and stare into the darkness, as if it owes me some kind of answer. But it remains silent. Just like everything else. It feels more like I'm just running through memories of myself.

    It's strange... I'm still functioning. I get up, talk to people, do things, smile at the right moments. From the outside, it probably looks normal. Maybe even stable. But inside, it feels like I'm playing a role whose lines I learned by heart long ago, without even knowing why I'm on this stage in the first place.
    Lately, I've been noticing again how I'm becoming emotionally hardened and how everything feels surreal and intangible. However, it's currently at a level of severity that I last felt 7-8 years ago, when I was emotionally dead and constantly wearing a mask that was stuck on. I wake up at night with my head in chaos and wonder if I can even comprehend or understand the right answers at the moment. Sometimes I just lie there and stare into the darkness, as if it owes me some kind of answer. But it remains silent. Just like everything else. It feels more like I'm just running through memories of myself. It's strange... I'm still functioning. I get up, talk to people, do things, smile at the right moments. From the outside, it probably looks normal. Maybe even stable. But inside, it feels like I'm playing a role whose lines I learned by heart long ago, without even knowing why I'm on this stage in the first place.
    Dark Love
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  • Watch with sound on. lol
    https://x.com/itsme_urstruly/status/2028515388556972054
    Watch with sound on. lol https://x.com/itsme_urstruly/status/2028515388556972054
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  • This piece feels like a portal between decay and creation — death not as an ending, but as a doorway.

    A fractured skull floats in the cosmos, crowned by a cracked, burning clock — time splitting open at the mind. From the hollowed jaw emerges a living island: red-capped mushrooms, moss, trees, and dripping earth suspended in space. It’s as if consciousness itself has broken apart, revealing that something wild and fertile grows inside what once seemed empty.

    The contrast between bone and bloom, void and forest, collapse and rebirth speaks to cycles — the way endings compost into beginnings. Even in darkness, even in fracture, life insists.

    Set inside an aged frame against weathered wood and cobwebs, the piece feels like an artifact discovered in an abandoned place… a relic of memory, time, and transformation.

    A meditation on mortality.
    A dreamscape of regeneration.
    A skull dreaming of forests.
    This piece feels like a portal between decay and creation — death not as an ending, but as a doorway. A fractured skull floats in the cosmos, crowned by a cracked, burning clock — time splitting open at the mind. From the hollowed jaw emerges a living island: red-capped mushrooms, moss, trees, and dripping earth suspended in space. It’s as if consciousness itself has broken apart, revealing that something wild and fertile grows inside what once seemed empty. The contrast between bone and bloom, void and forest, collapse and rebirth speaks to cycles — the way endings compost into beginnings. Even in darkness, even in fracture, life insists. Set inside an aged frame against weathered wood and cobwebs, the piece feels like an artifact discovered in an abandoned place… a relic of memory, time, and transformation. A meditation on mortality. A dreamscape of regeneration. A skull dreaming of forests.
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