Say, are you
The reason for everything to be here?
I feel the weight of things
And the air inside me
Shows that I still exist
At least I feel that way
On Sundays I don't see you
The world is bad
I already showed what I was going to hide
Wherever I go you always see me
I pretend it didn't hurt
And I say I didn't even notice
Is everything ok?
I answer yes
I think: you can guess
Everything I am or what I did
I don't like C cedilha
I don't share my is
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