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We finished early
If you take your side against me
I was born poor
I had to fake the party.
It has rained so much
And they have made me gold even so
When the cold arrives
We will have to go out and compete
I know myself and it's no good to me.
So it will happen again
It only comes back reduced by half
I consider it an art
Settling into the mess and moving on
Lost and scared
While I am happy to endure
One is oneself
Until they speculate with their bread
I knew the abyss
The year we hoped for more
I turn five years old a week
I break things accidentally
I convince myself that today is not like yesterday
I dance at home, I burn on social media
I get used to descending
To the most human hell I found
I stop the coconut for ten minutes
When I think I'm okay
I thank my wife every day
And yet tomorrow others will come
To tell us how to do it
What we already fear before we are born
I'll keep the hand
I know he won't let me fall
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