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Understanding brought me to fiction this time.
I am the siren.
Daughter of the ocean
For me inspiration
does not come from adoration
It comes from depression,
or even regression.
And when im in session
is my doctors question
What did you write?
why do you write?
Like surgeons we cut people open
in search of their  faults
we pinpoint and extract them
for us to examine
only to find
the most repulsive of them
are our own
Monotony is tearing me up
It is black and white
Black and white
Black and white.
Monotony is tearing me up
It is black and white
Black and white
Black and white.
Remnants of a faded dream.
The fatigue of a city on fire!
Opened wings to fly!
There was not much to do around.
You cannot tell love!
You can only catch,
Visions of it!
Dream like!
Played as it lives on human constructions.
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