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the cars run in silence,
along the streets we come so violent, all torrents, spitting out the garbage we were fed with. voices sing in my head, and i don't wanna hear, nothing left but dead echoes marking disasters in the past, marking what everything got anulled, got wasted, got trashed and dumped. in my heart. crumbled. and what meant something, now means more, almost nothing, almost not even there. disappointing to return again and again to those same moments. and, still, the sidewalks bleed silent. the last days. that never seem to end. of this tragedy. you don't see me. at all.
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