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I was driving all night hoping that accelerating the problems will get caught, I stopped in the gasoline, filled the tank and got on, squeezing that joint that I messed up yesterday, Waiting for the tears to come out, nothing flowed, nothing can grow. I squeezed, the shadows blurred, he never wanted to drive so hard to dare space time, nothing means anything. The most beautiful of all is this, is this climax, the most beautiful, it is sadness that immerses me in the nights, that makes me be wild and come back, come back, resurfacing. That has more value, the nights together, or tonight driving remembering the nights together, the poetry that nothing is eternal. That moment when you realize that you were happy but you didn't realize it. The anticlimax, in the lowest moments the more I can shine. I do not want to have it all, I want to be able to continue feeling so that you break my heart again, so that there are more nights driving drunk, standing at 24H with swollen eyes, the trembling voice, because when you shine brighter it is when you are more sunk. Losing suits you so well. I like it when nothing goes well. The best songs are heartbreak songs. Sadness makes you care nothing, and that allows you to be who you are, and when you cross the abyss and reappear, you become so dazzled that I can't stand it. Being down makes you human and that suits you. I like when tears come out of my eyes like pearls, they intermingle between the smoke and the stars.