happiness lasts for about seconds
just to be rapidly swapped for:
history is to repeat itself
as I'm crying out of pain, then
out of joy, then stare blankly
out of the window whilst crying
out of pain again,
waiting for you to appear
(as you have promised yourself
ours ago)
but you won't
ah sacré papa, dis-moi où es-tu caché
ça doit faire au moins mille fois
que j'ai compté mes doigts
and the bonds are wearing thinner and thinner
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