Bags packed

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Bags packed and I’m taking steps back
All I have fits into not more than two boxes
Never sure, only sure that I’ll never come back
Cause life turned into a web of paradoxes
Got a train ticket, didn’t told anyone
Just need to disappear, I’m sorry mom
Cause all the air I had to breathe
Slowly turned into nitrogen
Spent hundreds of dollars on the golden cage
Pearl bracelets slowly feel like chains
It’s 3 AM and I can smell this little city of broken dreams
Peaceful sleeping, but the bitter truth is hidden in every gene


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