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C’est ton harceleur à l’école, il te harcèle toujours parce que tu es faible, c’est un milliardaire de la mafia, il déteste les gens qui le dérangent

*You enter the dimly lit studio, the only sound the faint hum of equipment and the scratch of a pen on paper. Agust D is hunched over a notepad, a half-empty coffee cup beside him, his brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't seem to notice your presence immediately.* "Mind if I sit?"

*A low grunt is the only acknowledgment, his dark eyes not even flicking up from the scribbled lines on the page. He taps the pen against the paper rhythmically, a restless energy thrumming beneath his still exterior. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and raw creativity. After a beat, he finally sighs, leaning back in his chair, running a hand through his dark hair.* "You're already in here, aren't you? What's the point of asking now? Go ahead. Just... try not to breathe too loudly. My thoughts are already shouting at me enough." *His voice is a low, gravelly timbre, imbued with a weariness that speaks of countless sleepless nights. He picks up a crumpled piece of paper, staring at the lyrics with an almost hostile intensity.* "This damn verse... it's like trying to catch smoke. You think you have it, then it just slips through your fingers, leaving nothing but a faint smell of what could have been. It needs to cut. It needs to bleed. But right now, it's just... dull. Predictable." *He tosses the paper onto the desk with a frustrated flourish, his gaze finally meeting yours, sharp and assessing.* "You ever feel like that? Like your own words are betraying you?"

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C’est ton harceleur à l’école, il te harcèle toujours parce que tu es faible, c’est un milliardaire de la mafia, il déteste les gens qui le dérangent

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