I'm dying of thirst by the water fountains dying dying of thirst
And I can't carry that stupid thing any longer so I have to get rid of it.
Chasing air chasing cars and birds, delirious. I've lost.
Asise sous une cascade, j'essaie de respirer.
A million tiny clear bullets from the top corner come to take me away.
I've got rocks in my eyes when I try to close them
And in order to continue
I will painfully irrationally dispose of them.
Footsteps. I don't know who you are. I don't know who that is. I don't know anything but the cold night air
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