ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩ © 2025 - Mr. Villain (MRMS) ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩ 📢 Community Announcement – February 10, 2025 👋 Dear friends, I want to invite everyone here on SUNO to support the 🎶 “Friendship – Community SUNO Challenge” launched by our dear 🌸 Galina. This challenge celebrates the 💞 beautiful bonds we’ve built in our community — connections of 💖 heart and 🌟 soul that nothing can break. 🎵 Galina has shared a remix of her friendship song “When We Are Near” (the first on her page) as the starting point for this challenge. 💌 If you have a song about friendship, post it and mention in the comments that it’s for the challenge — Galina will gladly add it to the official playlist 📜. 💪 Let’s fill SUNO with music that honors friendship, unity, and our differences, which make us unique as one big family 🌍✨. 🔗 Challenge here: https://suno.com/s/LgMDMFwN3UHTEDaV 🎧 Official Playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/865a657c-a786-418b-8a2c-8e1c88c789ef ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩ 📅 August 8, 2025 — 🕒 9:47 PM Statement I want to address the entire Suno community to express, first and foremost, my sincerest apologies to anyone who may have felt uncomfortable, upset, or affected in any way by any of my songs or comments. I have removed the content that was requested, and I have personally reached out to those I felt I needed to apologize to, acknowledging their reasons. My music has always been an honest reflection of my experiences and emotions. It has never been intended to attack, defame, or divide. I understand this is a sensitive matter for many, and although I was also affected, I chose not to remain in the role of a victim. Suffering is a choice, and I have chosen to move forward. I am deeply grateful to those who have offered me their support, words, and friendship. With this message, I close this chapter and choose to focus on creating, learning, and giving the best of myself to this community. Let’s keep moving forward—with respect, and with music. Sincerely, Mr. Villain ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩ I see many are getting confused, and this all seems like a strange coincidence. This song was written months ago, for someone who, at the time, was truly special. All I did now was create an English remix. 🎵 https://suno.com/song/26a7dc30-e0ed-442f-9294-5cc8ae9f9a02 🎵 Let’s stop dragging topics that have nothing to do with this piece. I have already closed that chapter, buried it where it belongs… Do the same, and let the music remain what it’s meant to be: An echo of what we were, not a chain binding us to the past. Please, I don’t want to create controversy or point fingers, nor mention other people — this is not the place for that. I will have to remove any inappropriate comments… my apologies in advance. ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩ It wasn’t your goodbye that hurt the most, it was waiting for something that never came close. It’s not that I don’t understand that it’s over now, it’s just the soul… takes longer than the mind somehow. I look for you without meaning to, in moments, in lines, like your name still lives in hidden corners of mine. And though I know you don’t read what I share anymore, sometimes I write… just in case. How do you erase a message that was never sent? How do you forget someone who never came back again? How do you close the doors that were never opened wide, when I stayed standing… on the other side? No blame, no turning around, just trying to see… why it was so unbalanced somehow. I don’t fault you for not feeling the same, or for not staying where you didn’t want to remain. But one honest word would have been enough, to know… there was no reply left in us. Now I see my phone and don’t wait for a sign, ’cause I’ve learned some silences… are by design. And though my heart still keeps your voice inside, I don’t believe it all… like I once did in blind stride. How do you heal what was never torn, because it never began… yet it left you worn? How do you let go of what was never true, but inside burned so bright it colored your view? I wrote it a thousand times… without pressing send, ’cause this message… was meant to help me mend. It’s not about forgetting… it’s about accepting. It wasn’t what I imagined… but it’s what I learned from it. Message unsent… but set free.
