What was here
Will never be lost
Because there are marks left.
And in time only uncertainties
As if everything were going to pass
Because in the memory there are still flaws.
Whatever
Now it's too late
Make the right choice.
We have everything
And we have nothing
I'm tired of living off your shadows.
What we still have are choices
That decide at what point our life
Will stop.
There is an empty, colorless space
Dead letters
And much more that we are entitled to.
The dark dead glow of that look
Wanting to tell me, tell me, tell me
If today I am no longer who I am
I stay somewhere and feel.
Like birds look for a place
To escape.

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