The zero point is here
Where we start again
Where one dies and the mission is complete
The blue eyes that shine no more
I cannot listen to the slow songs
My blood is boiling
I have difficulty in adapting
Have problems with ladders, and height
But living at the edge of everything
What the states deem necessary
To survive only
I can’t ask for my rights
Cause I actually don’t care for material
I am angry for injustices
And finally, I find myself restless
Just like my grandmother did
My stomach is so sensitive
Have the vomiting record of all
Compared myself with my mom
Got my stomach from her
Migraines come and go just like
She used to have them from time to time
When it is six in the evening
I am tired
Just like her
My father used to make me laugh
He was fun and funny and all
When I am fun I remember him
A wit in his words and thoughts
His insistence on finishing things, I got it from him
But now that he is not here
I feel like not finishing anything at all...
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