It's a tie between grating my own fingers and getting crushed by my dresser when I was 15. Objectively, the latter was much more damaging-I dislocated my shoulder when it it-but I was in shock for long enough.
And boy, a brand new, sharp as hell cheese grater can take a chunk out of an idiots hand.
You basically give a song and the artist and your takeo n the vibe, whatever that means to you! I'll start.
In Iolite by GHOST - Link TBA
Sounds like the feeling that you can't go home because it doesn't exist anymore.