There is no hand to hold nor blanket for the cold, no long hugs when in madness or warm suppers for sadness, only whipping at night and the dog that bites the man; no comfort, no relief, only life full of disease and the betrayal that's always present in the ones you love the most. Parasites.
I'm homeless, I'm alone, there's no others to claim home, no love or protection from the cold, there's no me and there's no other, there's no father, there's no mother, there's no friendship or a brother, just the taste of rusty water... and all of you, betrayal
There's nothing left for me here, no friends but only strangers, no home but empty places, no family, no loyalty, just vultures, there is nothing to hold on, I will always be a tourist, for here I don't belong.
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