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yoongi held the pills out in his hand. he swallowed it.
"yoongi, you can't compose those songs. noone will listen to them." his mother said through his room door.
he didn't reply.
"there's no hope in making those songs." his mother said and knocked on the door several times.
he threw the bottle of pills onto the wall, as it spilt.
"it's for your best."
he screamed. he packed all his belongings into his bag. he held his music book in his hands.
"i want to make those songs! i want to be happy like other people too! i love music! why can't you just agree with me!" yoongi screamed.
he swung open his room door and ran out passing his mother. his mother stared at her son run away of the house. he ran out of his home, as his mother watched him dumbfounded.
