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I was listening to one of my favourite singers, Yanka Dyagileva, today. Her songs are not just angsty, they are "The Angst" in my book, they are passionately depressing, they are full of sorrow and heavy despair, and that "break free from the skin" feeling, and something else, sweeter, softer that I cannot find a name for. She died - may be suicide, may be not - more than ten years ago. But, strangely, her songs make me feel better, in a "Dude, life is beautiful" way.
Or, sometimes, in a "Nah, life is much better, why am I distressed over some nonsense?" way.

I also remember myself in the last year of the high school - when I first heard of her - and the teenage me makes older me smile.