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I cannot stop listening to Ryo's songs because they're so perfect. They're just right, just so correct. The chords are perfect. How he pulls his voice is perfect.

But it's terrible when I recall what the lyrics mean. His lyrics are so sweet. Talking about how he can't believe it when he thinks about this girl, about how it isn't an illusion because of the long brown hair next to his pillow, or the two cups on his sink, or the forgotten earring on the night stand.

I want love like that. so sweet. How ryo loves her so much.
Ironic how I practically pushed away the only love I got cuz of my own selfish impractical reasons. Gotta deal with it anyway.

The smell of smoke is a strange and lingering one. I'm not sure if I should detest it like how I used to, or just embrace it as something that comes along with age. It cannot be avoided after all. It's everywhere. I might as well just be fine with it and save the energy spent on hating it.

It'll probably be what Ryo smells like anyway.