I found your love at the bottom of the well and you don’t give a damn

I made a purpose out of pointless

they opened their mouths wide without worry

I switched languages

rooted in my brain

while you left the scene untouched

you laughed, I cried so much

as I’m always at the wrong time in the wrong place

to achieve everything I want

pushed away by someone

who has more to say than me

and is more qualified for the job

I don’t care anymore

I have my own business to grow

on the ruins of your world

and I will take advantage of your flaws

to build, to berate, to breathe

far from these

stairs and steps and levels

as if someone

put us here for no other reason

than just amplifying differences

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