Feels everything. Shows a curated third of it.
You process the whole world through a private soundtrack and let almost no one hear the raw mix. Moody isn't the right word — you feel loudly and translate quietly, handing people the finished song instead of the ugly demo. The Eye notes the move: you'll comfort someone through their worst night and never once mention you're having one too. Your walls are tasteful. They're still walls.
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