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they say poems are just letters

you are too afraid to send

so you send them to everyone

(I'm not gonna be the one to get hurt)

maybe we're just cowards who hate

happy endings and

sad beginnings

(pour a little salt, we were never here)

we hide behind cryptic curves

perhaps there is a language barrier

translate this, Google

(mejor le pido a Dios que me cuide)

pause

put on your happy face

"put on your happy," face

put on your "happy" face

man up

man, up

man up!

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