i don't hear from you
i cannot remember your two centimeters distanced face
it kills me
from time to time
i decide not to wake up
for you are there
a hundred percent of me is water
i crashed a plane
you crashed a plane
overcome overcame overcome
i rely on sad songs
it kills me because you are not
and you are not letting anyone be
did you know that
eternally dreaded by exquisite isolation
who is going to hear from you
he wasn't the one she said
you idiot i lost it
qué hijos de puta
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