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I absolutely love MMP and everyone in it! This is my safe space ❤️

Duchess (in memory of duchess)

• like vapor, but with glowing royal purple instead of cyan

Frog

• various shades of green (ribbits when blank spaces are clicked)

Lover

• valentine’s day colors

Ocean

• deep blues

Infina

• gray colors with glowing orange highlights

Piano

• mostly white with black sections around white glowing text (they play a random piano note when interacted with

Rain

• grayish blue / drained blue (always plays looping rain sounds)

@Cyx , Metric, Sega, Kellin Quinn, Natewantstobattle, Me (lmao), Hans Zimmer, and Toby Fox.

Dream Sweet in Sea Major.mp3

…So I made it into a song rather than spend a good hour trying to put how I feel into words like I usually do!

All I See Finale version.mp3
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V This is the best visual I could find to show how it feels rn. V

I love you all!

Carol of the Bells.mp3

[Heaven] Dream Sweet In F Major - Collab.mp3

After all of that horrible day filled with sadness, anger, intensity and even mental anguish I had to go through, I think what someone said just now has finally given me the motivation to push me over the fucking edge.
I’m gonna take a break and talk to my therapist about everything this week, so see you fuckers in a week I guess.

It’s TV Time! - Phoenix Remix.mp3

@siloxa922

Looping The Rooms (Phoenix Remix).mp3

Looping The Rooms (Phoenix Remix) Lyrical Version.mp3

Breaking The Rooms.mp3

Warping the Rooms.mp3

LYRICS

“I’m taking the cassette out”

“Pressing the key “RESET” down”

“I’m stuck inside a maze, though”

“Wait until you reach dal segno”

Watched my own reflection in perception, felt a glance behind
Felt inspiration from another
But I don’t know why
Is there really no escape or should I give it a few more tries?

Is there really not a way out?!

Looping on and on and on and on and on again.
On and on again x3

Round and round and round and round and
Round the round I flew x3

“Spinning around in my brain” “My head is spinning sideways”
“A never-ending highway” “Stuck on this endless Highway”
“Metallic scented oxygen” “The air smells like an abscess”
“Nobody heard my SOS” “Nobody hears my SOS”

“I survived by eating fruit I found that fell into the road” “Satiate my hunger with forbidden fruit dropped on the ground”
“My tinnitus ringing and my head is wanting to implode” “Can’t tell if the ringing in my ears is getting louder now?”
“Some things never change and stay the same no matter where I go” “Nothing ever changes, so what is there to stick around?”

…Should I just give into the sound?

Looping on and on and on and on and on again.
On and on again x3

Round and round and round and round and
Round the round I flew x3

(Vocal outro)

Still Life.mp3

I’m still lonely…

(Context:) I went through a breakup recently.

[Metric] Reflection #6.mp3

After everything I’ve gone through, I can’t do this anymore, I simply give up. This feeling of isolation is digging into my skin like thousands of needles injecting me with a melancholy sting. The link cannot be answered, merely a thought, an idea. They are all drifting like boats and ships away from the dock, and my anchor cannot be lifted. It feels like I’m losing people in a crowd, watching their face fade into the rest like they’re sinking into the ocean.

Later I ask myself ‘am I sinking into the water?’. Drowning and unable to breathe or call for help, the gap between me and the surface now growing rapidly. My hopeless cries cannot be heard, for I don’t know how to scream anymore. I have been silenced by my own mind, my body betraying me like an old friend backstabbing me and leaving me to die. Do my friends feel the same way about me?

Lost in the ocean, drifting out to sea and watching the shore get smaller and smaller. I can’t do anything but hope that somebody is able to see me and help me get back to land. But, like a small bird collapsing from the nest too early, I am destined to hit rock bottom.

I see people around me laughing and enjoying life, but it’s like I’m watching them through a bulletproof window, unable to break out and join them. Do they know? Do they care?

Seeing this pains me, and I can’t do anything about it. All I can do is cry quietly to myself, and hope nobody notices. They’d make fun of me if they saw me in such agony, thinking of me as a weak minded fool, unable to get past what they don’t understand.

Everything starts, relationships and friendships. Everything happy goes to everyone else, everybody who deserves it. They never think about us, the people who are unable to break through their own glass window. Everyday is a new beginning for them, thinking that the routine is a healthy reminder of what they have.

Everything ends too, the breakup of a relationship and the sudden halt to a once great friendship. Everything negative goes to us, as if silently handing us a shovel as we look at the dirt and contemplate digging our grave. We always think about them, wishing we could tell them to break the glass and help us through. Everyday is blurring together, the routine becoming a cycle of meaningless choices, for our choices never matter anyways.