Small drops cross you,
inside that end has done your sun.
By now you/he/she has abandoned you leaving by now you alone to your destiny.
Your internal rain is killing you,
you feel yourself compress inside.
You don't know how to stop this car,
sucks wish blood.
Tightening in hand a nothing,
and in head thoughts too you don't succeed in stopping.
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