he asked me if i had a good cry over it
i dont cry about these things i responded
i repeated these words to myself as i wept
the beige pillow stained with eye make-up
i told myself again, like id told myself before
buck up and move the fuck on.
sometimes, i talk a big talk
but i forget how small i really am
todo azul, todo azul, todo azul
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