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Five thirty PM. A warm abandoned building. A phone that never stops vibrating.

Emotions that should have been deleted keep returning with every notification sound.

Deleted is a collision of city pop, lo fi textures, broken dance music, and aging VHS memories. It captures the moment when dreams and reality begin to dissolve into each other.

A voice that sounds both laughing and crying. Whispers that feel uncomfortably close. Emotions spilling beyond control.

Rather than a finished song, this track feels like a leaked state of mind drifting through the internet.

It stays with you when you remember someone, and when you cannot remember anything at all.