Dependencies toxic, that hurt. and I knew it would end like this, but I was hoping to go differently this time. The hope that dies on your lips, now so familiar that I try to taste the lips of others never find it. Panic and ecstasy together, I feel the blood pulsing in my neck, tachycardia. now I have no more excuses, now I have no more excuses. And I have no noise in the head this morning, just the silence that echoes. The sadness in the show you make me fall, you make me fall, in sadness show in which live for months, there is nothing good to write, there's nothing good to talk about, there's nothing nice to think about, not your words that have already ceased to resound in my mind, the'm already forgetting. You who do not understand what you want, and talking to you sometimes I think almost to be wrong. The sterility of our views, our views of the drought. All the fault of the fucking relativity.
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