Duvet [AKAZI REMIX] by AKAZI -『Lain Theme』Bôa

Support AKAZI: --------- Soundcloud:   / akazimusic   Support Bôa: --------- Facebook:   / boauk   ____________ This is originally Bôa's song and remixed by AKAZI, any wish given by either of them will be followed through with. ____________ EDIT, 5/14/2025: This was originally uploaded for my friend, 'M'. He wanted these songs on YouTube and so I downloaded them, made a thumbnail drawing for each of them then uploaded it. Each thumbnail references an original character of his-- for this one, it was.. Hisashi, I believe. We haven't spoken to each other in three years. I miss him. We 'broke up' for a variety of reasons, one of them being that I simply couldn't safely speak to him anymore. Not many people know the absolute exhaustion and mental havoc knowing someone with a personality disorder can afflict onto you. Inside, they can be the most wonderful, pleasant person ever, with a multitude of truly good, loving traits. But they will always struggle by their disorder should they not seek help-- and thus hurt the ones closest to them AND themselves. I don't know why I'm adding this, honestly. I think I just can't look at these videos anymore without grief and so I wanted to expel some of that grief; maybe give some of you-- any of you rare few that choose to read this, anyway-- a sense of camaraderie or validation for your own struggles, no matter which side of the aforementioned relationship I mentioned. It is hell to live with and hell to live around. He was one of the closest friends I ever had, and by God I wish none of this had happened and we had moved in together like we planned, happily ever after. Support those around you with personality disorders and enable and encourage them to seek help. You cannot help those that do not want to be helped, but some do. Those some are precious. M liked goldfishes, Son Lux, turquoise and orange, relaxing games, staying up late at night, teasing me about embarrassing memories and drawing beautiful pictures of his vast, imaginative stories. If this sounds sort of like an obituary, that's because for me, it is. I miss him. A