Talent Of Being Damned
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Trigger warning: Mentions of Suicide, rape, child molestation, blood, gore and angst
After being viral for a month of releasing just a song he made with just a few instruments he got when moving to his new house, he was moving again.
Harris was being scouted by recording producers, labels and other people who want to 'evolve' and 'nurture' his talent and voice, he denied them all knowing fame is something unpleasant beneath the sugar-coated lies of being praised and glorified.
He was just learning to cope with his newly discovered mental issues, he just wanted to finally release his inner self to the world without being glorified.
All he asked was to be acknowledged, respected and make people be aware and feel emotions better.
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