You— Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.

And me— Por eso lo digo

Scott C. Redman— Can’t you just call yourself what you want?

You— Even the cornea and the leftover urine were gone.

Scott C. Redman— My preference is that you not even pursue this story at all.

You— I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.

And me— Que cada hombre que aparezca en tu camino sea un estúpido

You— Even then I have nothing against life.

And me— Que te humillen día a día noche a noche hasta que llores

Scott C. Redman— I’d rather it just go away.

You— But suicides have a special language.

And me— Que estés triste y que no te den consuelo

You— Like carpenters they want to know which tools.

And me— Para que regreses

A victim describing him to the paper— a master of deception and manipulation.

You— They never ask why build.

And me— para que te quedes conmigo





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