Even with all of the mental trauma going on in our heads, it's okay to be normal in our homes as a South Asian. “It's okay, it's just your feeling,” we were told. I was uneasy with myself and the events going on around me. There was one missing piece that would make me who I am. As a result, a friend of mine suggested that I watch BTS and listen to their songs. That's when the magic started. It's as if I'm praying to God for wellness , and he responds with "BTS." I was in a bad place when I met them, and guess what? They'd be proud of who I've become today. I owe my life to them.
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