Tear ligaments of the hands
To you who can not speak and you lock yourself in a world without seasons
What you do not know
carry the weight of years and you think you've already experienced enough to know
To you who are unable to puke and
left to rot in the stomach the bad things in your mind
polluting the goodness of the rest
To you who walked lame for too long and you see now that your back suffers
and perhaps have asked for help long ago would have made it more fluid
A pride that you do not know why you have not been taught
and you do not know the time to think before you speak and you do not know the
time to talk before you react and you do not know
time to react before
Silence broken by a ton of memories
to you that looks can be deceiving
that the area attracts more of the substance
to you that no matter what which you live, but what is judged
Watch out this winter's generous life
Look at that cold wind and then look at yourself
eyes of the wind from afar, I am your Judgement
not treat yourself to the rest of us that we are only spectators
our applause will come anyway.
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