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And maybe then you wake up badly,
because you wanted to disinfect the pain,
Rivers of alcohol on inner wounds.
And you wake up with a great pain in your head,
for the whole body.
And so you forget for a while,
pain in the chest.
I go out with friends to drink,
to have fun,
you ignore it for a while,
That voice inside,
that never gives up.
You remembered the hope,
but you also remembered the joy.
You never cry.
Never in front of others.
A little maybe,
you forget yourself too.
But yes just for a while,
because I think you’ve stopped bleeding.