I was walking my spare time away
just apreciating the view and the sun
I reached for a square, so I could contemplate things
But the bums took the seats,
couldn't find empathy, wanted to run
The flee wasn't from fear
nothing threatened me,
I just want to get far off
Of the desilusions,the people
Specially from me.
Unlike a deathwish,I'm not depressed
I'm just a mess, splattered all over
wish that someone will pick me
or at least detour, instead of dancing over.
Capítulo 219 - Meu problema com a poesia
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