Mixtapes were the 1980s version of a playlist, but instead of living in iTunes, they live in your fears and insecurities. They play a soundtrack of our failures.
They pump out the discouraging tunes of self-hatred with lyrics like:
- I need to be a better person.
- I should be further along than I am.
- My life doesn’t matter.
Have you heard these songs before? They strip our stories of hope and life. They drown out possibility.
I’m not sure where these tapes come from, but I know a lot about them. Every verse. Every chorus. Every melody. Every bridge back into the chorus. It’s all pure evil echoing inside our brains like elevator music.
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