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Prequel

Every time I look in the mirror I clean the trail of dry tears and tell myself that I'll be okay.

Day after day the same routine: face my demons all night in these four walls, get drunk until I lose consciousness, get up the next day with a big hangover and look how my reflection is in a deplorable state.

My vision is blurry. I'm not sure what we have done, I correct it; you made me. I didn't pretend to know this fact, but I know you perfectly when you are with me and when not.

My life has always been led by you. You have been the one who has guided me on this path, knowing at all time I had my eyes bandaged.

Many questions always appear in my mind without answers to them; Why you gotta be like this? Why must you be like this? Why are you taking me the wrong way? Remember: I'm not made of stone.

I've tried to get you back everything you've given me, but
as usual, you turn back and go on. And I, like the fool that I am, I follow you wherever you go. But don't worry, I'm feel good.

Now, a sensation inside of me arises. A sensation that surely you wouldn't understand and that you wouldn't make the effort to understand it either.

Now, I've been dreaming with the little I appreciated and that you took it away without remorse.

Now, this memory is affecting me more than I should.

The big flames are still visible around the room.
I have created it and they have deleted part of me. It hurts, but it is the best choice.

I just tried to give the best and be the one for you.

But I guess this has come to an end, right?

I've always kept this with the fear of something happen. But, how can it be bad if I've already been through the worst? I want you to know and that stay recorded. So here goes: Baby I was real.

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My head has been burning since I woke up for no reason inside the carbonized and shattered bathtub . I don't know if it is because of all the alcohol that I have drunk or because of the fact of making me believe that I'm okay.

But despite I feeling powerless, always expect something I know one hundred percent that will never come, feel lost when the reality is that I'm not so far... I know that under this shit, I can say that I feel fucking good right now.