felt like writing one more time,
days without love, without pain
had killed me again.
i know why do we need to cry,
why do we need to break.
good times won’t feel good,
if bad times never came.
there’s something in the air !
things that blinds, that chokes.
yet we don’t die, we fight,
the more it hurts, the more we try.
life wanted you to lose.
so that she tells your story,
inspires them, who lost it all
and again inspire the next,
to stand still, may what come,
you will rise and they will rise
again.
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