Fuck the ones
who say they know
better ´bout what makes you
Face the fact
You´re no longer here
Disappeared without a trace
I wish
Since when are you so big?
"Nah, I don´t go to
Trembling hands travel on these quick feet off to places
I wish these arms were wider, I wish wed have
Its yet another night in yet another city that kills,
You remind me of the old days
The memories of laughter
How
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