And you asked where the *uck was my pride.
There was no, but I bear my self-love:
Treat your masks and the soul that’s behind
As the generous gifts from above.
Well, ok that was not enough honest:
I was selfish to think of your thoughts.
Was so lost in my fears like in forests,
I was too damn afraid cause it hurts.
04-mar-2023
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