I was there in
the middle of the car sodden of the evil smoke. My head was divided in my
emotions. I hearted them since back seat improvising their down town rap, and I
could ascertain it. My brain almost sere by the lighter could identified how
stupid was that, and I felt myself like nothing. I remembered those green and mature
eyes at 1:30 Pm. Those eyes who just looked at me with that empty shame; and it
is normal, People have already seen me like that, like real garbage. Another
time; another time again. My head repeats that bland rap. It is like a virus
around my body and my thoughts. A sickness in my tired soul. Gram for a kiss while
all night in clouds means a thousand times Messed for his arms. Tomorrow is
going to be another day, or I hope that.
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