(Eng.) See me, hear me
He loudly whispers in my ear
that his favorite thing is fear.
He walks on a bridge
that is no longer there.
Hurting, but he just doesn’t care.
He’s happily sad,
grasping all that is bad.
He cares not for the rest.
His mind’s on a plane,
all he does is in vain.
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