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People complain that they are alone
But out of habit, they put the phone on silent.
The sun rises in the east, I shuffle the lines again
I change the points to commas there, I want the best
And bury myself with one stroke of a pen
Like a friend who borrowed money from a best friend for a receipt.
In general - I live according to a long-established Feng Shui,
Taking yourself as is and an ice shower like whiskey.
Remembering the little things and eventually forgetting about the most important thing.
I need more self-control and less self-deception.
More to do. Less words. More sleep and less noise.
More letters to yourself and fewer lists,
'Cause life is short like the joy of a heroin addict
And death is near and sudden, like a loss at unjustified risk.
I don’t believe in fate or in God,
But if you think for a bit -
Someone should put on a time line
All those marks, nicks, scars and risks?
Someone tells us that you should
Try to kiss these very lips?
Someone fills these skull boxes with meaning,
A mixture of memories of fragmentary facts of someone's unnecessary fate to us?

The funny thing is that we don’t learn any of the answers to these questions in life.