We don't belong to us
sometimes we need to feel some pain
to prove to ourself that we realy exist
or fated to pretend
or die even being alive
or smoke the last cigarrete and back home so sad
or smile alone in the street
or just feel the weight or the world
while we try to sleep.
"We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end"
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