It’s hell.
We just can’t do anything.
Goodbye, for the last time.
I want to close my eyes,
I hear people are doing that,
across the world.
I’m jealous of their trendy ways,
eyes closed, en vogue.
I’m running out of time.
We are still here.
Will I see her for another day?
I can’t simply surrender.
I want to hear myself breathing.
In and out, the air in no hurry,
me, in no hurry.
I hear the world is in no rush,
I would blame them,
but I simply don’t have the time.
They are hours away.
All streets are destroyed.
Don’t let them erase us.
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