so, today i felt like a punching bag. something alike a target. aim. shoot.
at first i tried to clean the target off being.
then i cried out loud
shoot!
at once!
for the motherfucker's sake!
the fire kept on coming. but i was still there (still). i had to decide.
so i declare this day gone.
this day is gone
it's already tomorrow
that's it
relief
sons: Stuart Staples, o malandreco deixa-nos o dark days seguido do people fall down :P
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