I became sober
and you should be gone now
my senses are tired
disgusted with liars
worn out by your nuisance
fed up with the bruises
that cover the substance
of heartwarming calmness
betrayed by sorrow
so early I borrow
destruction of glory
and still what's the point
of loving a stranger
who speaks other language
and never be able
to have any clue?
I became sober
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