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There is something hard in my chest
It's been growing for the last months
I don't know if it's bad or not
I don't know if because of it is why i'm feeling so sad and miserable

my fire-ends

I always was happy with my friends
Or most of the times i was

ill

Fuck!
I'll bite the metal
I'll break my teeth till the bullet come out
I won't let grow the oxide, it won't rot
I will
And i'll be gracefull

u

Once upon a time I had friends
And they had my friendship