Late memory

You've turned into a worthless undead,
a pale shadow behind the window
that I used to look for.
Glad to see you nevermore.
The ones who dare
sittin' at the edge of the road and
talking till morning comes.

Now you've gone with all your pain, I can say
I am

Keep breathing.

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Nirei dijo...

"I used to want to..."*