separated by a wall of probabilities.
and i hide,
searching for my mask,
you can't see me like this.
fragments
of what you remember about me
are scattered on the floor.
i'm tired of this pretending,
because deep inside
i don't give a shit.
take your dreams and pictures,
get out,
i'm not in the mood
and i'm pissed.
can't find my "and how are you" mask.
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