We're the freaks
of this city
we're the ones who stay up
until 7 am
or maybe
we go on
until 8 pm
becuase we battle our sleep
we battle our
demons
we are the ones who
know
how to prevent this
misery
turn into a shallow fate
So we raise our glasses
and we toast
to death
and life
but specially
to everything that makes us
go on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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