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Mortal
I was dreaming in the immortal room
I covered my arms so as not to touch.
I spend my life, with fragility,
it's not that it's so high,
it's that it doesn't matter anymore.
If I paint an immense universe
it's because I regret it being slow.
And if I don't want to be with myself
It's because I hate myself.
And people think I've changed,
they think it's me,
but they haven't realized it's them
you give me a hand to lean on you,
it's not that I'm tired, I'm sick.

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