In the future I wanna lay in a really clean, soft bed.
Made of metal.
Something that ranges from 50 to 60 thousand pesos.
Well I want it to be unique.
Those that are with four high stands, well with wheels too.
I don't wanna get bitten by ticks or insects.
I want to have a cover.
A fine steel, so shiny.
Right now, I wanna lay in a coffin.
I wanna rest, I wanna die.
Well I'm dying everyday anyway.
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Diary of an Introvert
PoetrySecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
