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For People Who Are Hard To Love

A special thanks to the people who contributed to this video during the summer, my friends lo.ose for their musical talent, my friend Melissa for being a rockstar, and the artist Jen Mazza who allowed me to use her painting in the thumbnail of the video. her unedited work is here https://bit.ly/3wpAHO7 🔰Support me on Patreon:   / illneas   🔰Find me here 🔗  / _illneas   🔗  / illneas   🔗  / illneas   🔗https://open.spotify.com/artist/6RXfB... Second channel 🔗   / @akidwithacameraorjustillneas   🔰Communities -  / discord   -  / 2314655172176122   -  / searchingformeaning   🔰References -The thumbnail is a painting by Jen Mazza https://jenmazza.com/ -The narrator is Melissa Varela   / melissa_melicious      / @melissa_melicious   -The music is this: LO.OSE - Summer Depression https://open.spotify.com/artist/6O4Oy... 🔰My equipment: I film handheld with a Panasonic Lumix G80 https://amzn.to/2uGqmQZ GX80 https://amzn.to/33e5Tye 📷Olympus M.Zuiko Digital 45mm F1.8 Lens https://amzn.to/2vr9P3N 🔰Hard To Love by illneas I remember feeling happy when I was folding your clothes The shadow of my fingers tracing my unfinished dreams in the morning sun I remember a broken candle from a past birthday, A confetti piece from your graduation, A picture of you with your mother I remember you telling me to open up and heal I use my heartstrings to stitch my mouth and I scream in artistic expression I remember you trying to find the courage to kiss me Just to share the metallic taste of blood on my lips I remember that summer Your fingers scribbling poems on my back I remember feeling happy with the salt on my skin It's impossible to feel ugly with your invisible ink on my body I remember you begging me to go to therapy While I was bending ideas to justify my ego Thinking the canvas of life could be manipulated by the world's smartest idiot I remember watching you petting cats It's impossible to feel sad with a cat between your legs I remember talking to you about the poems I never wrote Poetry seems pointless when you know me that well I remember laughing at your silly comments I remember that night Telling me that you are afraid of change I remember when I told you that I need to distance myself from you I remember your eyes You looked away to hide your vulnerability from me I can't forget that silence You think I have a broken heart While I'm sure I'm just a broken person You think I hide behind my poems While I'm trying to convince myself that I exist You think I lost myself in the maze of my memories While I'm afraid of forgetting how it feels to fold your clothes