Jag måste tänka & fokusera men det går
inte.Hela min kropp & själ vägrar. Jag är
varken glad/arg utan bara helt neutral.
"Runaways and rapists. Fill the streets at night.
Broken bottles glimmer in the citylights. In
the allies old winds blow. In the crowd of people
on the subway trains no one looks into your eyes.
In the park a junkie dies. Cruel town, it’s a cruel
town. Cold people and a cruel town."
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