Standing in the middle of this long road
watching how the rain tries to clear this road
Where will I go?
Or would I remain standing for the rest of my life...

I've learned to love this moments,
cause the rain clears my brain,
and reminds me that everyone hates me

It reminds me that if sometimes something goes well
it doesn't takes more than a breath
until the birds are falling dead from the sky
and the rain tries to clear their dead bodies from the road
...like that was never happened...

so many terrible words

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