i'm afraid of my grandma dying
pigeons flying above the rooftops makes me smile
i have the ability of being deeply sad
and i have lived in many cities
the horizon is important to me, so is my bike
sometimes i'm scared of scared people around
and i'm proud of my living room as a shelter for friends
i don't know what will come next
my brother rarely smiles and it worries me
i love writing, but i can't dance
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