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Jun 2014
I gave up everything I owned so I could find my peace
At the end I was left trembling, naked and barefooted

I gave up everything I loved so I could heal my wounds
At the end they were even deeper

I gave up everything I believed in so I could re-claim my mind
At the end I lost the trust in my thoughts as well

I gave up everything that made me strong so I could forget the mistakes I made
At the end they were everything I could remember

I gave up the day because the night wins the fight at dusk
I gave up the night because it loses the battle at dawn

I gave up the one I became because this is not me
but a pale reflection of an imaginary non-existence
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
Afrodita Nestor
Written by
Afrodita Nestor  Vienna, Austria
(Vienna, Austria)   
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