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| Storkyrkan [Stockholm]; 06.06.2016 |
Though I could not recognize it
I thought there'd be anything worse
Until you did not know me
Side by side we walked as strangers
Both pretending to know well
It was better deny danger
Fake small sadness I could tell
You are now so superficial
And the thing that hurts me most
Are your words, now just so equal
Through your trained politeness, host,
Now I am feeling suicidal
Facing my real self: a ghost.
