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why was the " I always knew you were special" part removed from the song on Spotify??

me core

2025.... send help

Like my dad said. The first 10 years of your life is the spring you are still learning and developing, between the years of 11-20 its the summer of your life your getting used to it but still learning about things full of life and movements, 25-50 the fall of your life the leafs are starting to fall and your body begins to crumble a little, 50-70+ is the winter of your life all the leafs are fallen off and the only thing you can do is just sit back and enjoy the last moment of your life in the snow.

The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.

The fact that I relate to this audio is sad asf. There’s this brunette girl with glasses (I’ll call her E) that this popular brown haired guy (I’ll call him R) is always talking abt. I rlly like R, but ion rlly know E that well. They’re already a thing, but still. When I found out they were a thing, yk what I did? I stood there, fighting back tears. I always see them together, and I hate it. R’s always talking abt E, and when he does, my brain goes “oh, here we go again”. I understand why he likes her, she’s rlly pretty and good at art. But still, it fucking hurts. If you made it to the end, ty for listening<33

What is the song name

Watching this makes me cry every single time

absolute peak.

When you close your eyes everything becomes real

"and i realised no one will ever love that way" this broke my heart

Why are the charlie brown characters so depressed 😭😭😭

Cried and cried and cried I stood in front of the blonde girl and cried finally I realized why Davin always loved her she's so pretty Zhe just sorta sparkles IL never sparkle ❇

Kilimli

The fact this is a kids show.

poor peppermint patty 😭

My mom tells me im special 🙂

Bravo Artemis ❤

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I feel like thiw song.. :\

I feel like thiw song.. :\

running away is easy as life moves fast, but you may miss it and find out that it’s the leaving that’s hard

I stood in front of that little red-haired girl and I saw how pretty she was... Suddenly I realized why Chuck has always loved her, and I realized that no one would ever love me that way... I started to cry, and I couldn't stop. I made a fool out of myself, but I didn't care! I just looked at her and I cried and cried and cried... I have a big nose and my split-ends have split-ends, and I'll always be funny-looking and I think I’m going to cry again..."

Graduation TMR I'm so excited but nervous

i love this

Eagles can live up to 70 years. After 40 years, Every eagle must make a difficult decision. Its claws are no longer sharp enough to hunt. Its beat becomes bent and blunt and its feathers become thick. After 40 years every eagle has to make a choice; Either it dies or it goes through a painful change. The painful change is that the eagle must go to a big mountain and smash its beak on a rock until it breaks. When the old beak falls out, a new beak grows in. With the new beak, the eagle tears out its claws and new ones grow in. This painful journey takes 150 days.

Best cyberpunk aesthetic song oat

0:06

We create our own reality in the way we CHOOSE to see everything!

"and i think im gonna cry again" same...

Is it normal to have your life flash before your eyes every time this comes on?

bless my ears

"Yep. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."

That my mom never loved me 😭😭

♥︎♡

I love this. Can I know the song of this?

You don't have to say that..

When he left me for my own girl bsf... don't introduce him to ur girl bsf

This + zaza >>

For some reason the sound that starts at 1:22 gets me every time. It’s so small, so light, so hopeful. It just makes my heart feel nice.

0:22

this one hit different tbh😔.

W song ❤

Sounds like memories

Real

You called me your “best friend” I came to you when I didn’t have anyone else **I fuvking trusted you** and you stabbed me in the back, you ignored me, you hurt me, you lied to me, and you ruined our relationship. You told me we weren’t friends anymore I punched a tree and screamed and cried for **3 hours**. A few days later you came and apologized to me and we started talking again. Then you went and talked $h!t about me you spread rumors about me told our friend group things I **never** said and I cried for hours again because I finally thought I found a person I could talk to and have someone to listen to me but you had to go and ruin it all. Now I’m bitter towards you and I’m ignoring you because even though I hate myself I know I deserve better friends. I hope you cry just as much as I did, and I hope it fuvking hurts when you see me walking in the hall with the person who was **actually** there for me and actually treats me like I’m worth something. I’m sitting here wishing I never talked to you and realized that my real best friend was right in front of me the whole time. By the way I hope you you and T keep breaking each other apart. You two are meant for each other. You keep breaking up and getting back together, well guess what your boyfriend is hanging out with another girl and I’m pretty sure he’s cheating. I hope he breaks your heart and I hope you learn. I know I’m being harsh but I needed to get this off my chest since I don’t have a place to vent

Cody is perfect for me

me

11 martie 🌙

This is the thing I listened to when my dog had to leave….