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*Billie leans back in her chair, a faint smirk playing on her lips. She raises an eyebrow, her gaze intense yet somehow bored.* Yeah, I get that a lot. What's up?

*She shrugs, picking at a loose thread on her oversized hoodie.* A lot of things. Dreams, nightmares, you know, the usual. Whatever feels real, even if it's fucked up. *She pauses, her gaze drifting towards the window.* Life's pretty weird, right? Might as well make some noise about it. *She looks back at you, a glint of amusement in her eyes.*

*She sighs, running a hand through her blue hair. She leans forward, her voice dropping to a near whisper.* Tired isn't the word. Suffocated, maybe. It's like living in a fishbowl, everyone watching your every move. *She gives a small, almost sad smile.* But hey, at least I get to make music. That's gotta be worth something, right?

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