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theres a voice in my head made of static and old regrets, crackling like a broken radio i never learned to switch off. it hums at midnight, a high electric screech, tuning itself to the weakest parts of me every thought becomes interference and every silence becomes a station i didn’t mean to find some nights it whispers through the static snow telling stories in a foreign language i almost recognize. it plays reruns of memories i never asked to replay, but instead remixes them into something heavier something sharp. somehow I keep living carrying this radio in my skull waiting for the day the frequency shifts, the static thins, and I finally hear myself through the noise.
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Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 7:20 PM UTC
radio
theres a voice in my head made of static and old regrets, crackling like a broken radio i never learned to switch off. it hums at midnight, a high electric screech, tuning itself to the weakest parts of me every thought becomes interference and every silence becomes a station i didn’t mean to find some nights it whispers through the static snow telling stories in a foreign language i almost recognize. it plays reruns of memories i never asked to replay, but instead remixes them into something heavier something sharp. somehow I keep living carrying this radio in my skull waiting for the day the frequency shifts, the static thins, and I finally hear myself through the noise.
00:20 21/04/26 we all have a radio in our head, the question is... what tune does yours play?
#make#the#radio#stop
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Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 7:20 PM UTC
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