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... screw this. no more hiding. here's another original track with a great Synthesizer V database- Natalie. so after our good friend the bacteriophage “does their job“, there's always the remnants left after the horror. picking up pieces, watching them fall apart again, picking up, falling apart... just how complicated is moving on? it's extremely hard to do, so i've been told. always feels like it's hopeless, but never feels like it has no purpose. something that always eluded me about the human mind is how it is able to forgive itself for mistakes made in the past- caused or not. it isn't sheer ignorance, but it isn't compassion and understanding either. we can only keep so much hurt to ourselves before it starts blanketing all other aspects of our lives. there are some that i know who repress these things out of harsh necessity. yet, knowing the things i know now about my life, moving on and trying to keep up to speed with everyone else will be almost impossibly
