after clenching your teeth for so long, you soon realize that you're stressed for whatever reason, and you decide to chill out. the scowl on your brow loosens, your jaw relaxes, your knuckles turn from white to soft pink again and that tension in your neck subsides... but there are still bite marks on the back of your tongue from pressing so hard. this is what the beginnings of this song feels like to me. it's a basic idea, and I've gone outside of my realm of reason to even preview this, but it's been rooting in my brain for so very long, and I just need to let it go for a minute.
all this really is is a semi-dynamic, repetitive preview of a song idea that I'm working on. it'll probably be very different by the time i'm done with it. here you go, dearest readers:
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