I should be used about loss.
I'm not saying I'm a loser but sometimes it is impossible to not think like that.
Today I have this feeling but I have a reason. Sometimes I have the feeling whitout really a reason.
This is the fucking shit of life.
all my love dad.
I will try not to breathe
I can hold my head still with my hands at my knees
These eyes are the eyes of the old, shivering and bold
I need something to breathe (something to breathe - I have seen things you will never see)
I want you to remember
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