Looking at the clock
There's no time for me, now.
Goodbye.
Looking at the calendar
There are no memories for me, now
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Looking at the phone
There is no connection for me, now
Looking at the mirror
There's no confidence, now.
Of becoming a book that no one will read
Of becoming a song that no one will listen to
Of being abandoned like a film in an empty theatre
I'm afraid.
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