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7d
I scrub my poor, ***** body
to get rid of myself

I am polluted, buried and trapped in my head
my thoughts grab the knife, plunge it deep into my heart

I'm lost in a maze, please help me get out of here
i can't escape
and my soul burns without shame
i punish myself, i punished myself my whole life

After a while I lie on the floor, the sun's rays fall on my face
the morning will be beautiful, the sunset will be intimidating
i am ready to die
because my wisdom was never beautiful, it was always a consciousness
which made some days I never existed.

You appear,
my soul parted freed from all sins
my heart was filled with enthusiasm

I was so much here, and yet not here

thoughts let go,
and my mind was cured,
you made my happiness dependent,

Though my wounds were not healed, you gave me the hope
which in the dark place I sought,

You appeared,
You freed me from nightmares,
You filled me
You made me start to believe
You fed my hunger

You saved me
please tell me what u think about that
Sofia
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Sofia  16/F
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     Weeping willow, Boris Cho and Man
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