Music list

Here is songs that are hitting me in the feels I will keep adding to it

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2bcf8SW8MlANI7SAQKiNpe?si=8RlP8L1NS4uuZVqqj2Ld2Q&pi=u-cVcnB8K0SaSw

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