Dislalia.
Siento cómo se trocea mi lengua,
se abre el músculo y se separa,
y sangra
lo que no te digo, lo sangra.
El sabor a metal me está llenando la boca.
Sometimes I don't like this place, and I'd like to destroy it. But it's mine, and I'll use it. And maybe, someday, I'll love it.
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