Where does live my pain?
I cannot say it for sure.
Maybe it lives in the brain
Or maybe in coffee with sugar.
I hope I’ll stop to complain
And something good will bloom into me.
I wonder how become the main.
There's no plot that can see.
Think it’s just my preconception
When I feel it into my bones.
Always have only one question:
Why too faraway and so close?
Where does live my pain?
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