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Tonight I’m cooking some sweet potato noodles,
With fried chicken and its soy sauce,
Slicing and dicing some vegetables
Like a French chef I’m in those worlds.
Anyway, I know it’s not interesting at all
Who gives a fuck about my life ?
Monday I was at the barber in the mall
But no one gives a fuck about my life.
The invisible things of the daily monotony
Are, for a lot of people, completely meaningless
But with you it was just utterly
The better feeling. It’s your way to care about my face.
I miss you and your beautiful daily question
Like " how was your night ? "
The way you just need for no reason
To know if I’m good and if my feelings are currently right.
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