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I was supposed to die the other year
I was in a dead end
The flowers withered
My soul stopped dreaming
Most nights I cried
Walked with bad ideas in the morning
Everything stopped
I hated my own heartbeat
Why was it beating so loud
I wanted to shut it off
I was alone and lonely

My parents didn't notice
My friends thought I was crazy
I wasn't crazy, I was lost
I didn't reach out to anyone
I didn't drink
I didn't smoke
I didn't get high
Everything was black
I wanted to scream
But the voices were louder than my thoughts
I could hear death

Scared to go on with my life
Happiness was never a word
It was just pure fantasy
But I gave it a shot
Just one more year
Let's see if I could make it
Just one more year
Try to ignore the voices
I reminded myself
Everyday, just one more year
I was raised by a man with a hammer and nail
My world was all about forests and gardens
Watered by rain and nurtured by sunlight
The carvings made by my father
Were masterpieces worth a thousand of joy
My toys were made of wood
A shiny purple kite he played with me on windy days
A little cart where I stayed most of the day
While staring at the sky, laughing all alone
Those were the days

I was raised by a woman with cloth and needle
She made me beautiful dresses and handkerchiefs
I could smell love and passion everytime I wear them
On special occasions, even on regular days
The curtains she made for our only window
Where she changed the colors, seven times a week
We danced before going to bed
And pretended to be the queen and princess
From a castle far away
Those were the days

I was raised by a man and a woman
Showered with love and rinsed with hope
I was fed with dreams and drank from sweet life
I was taught with lessons one could never learn from school
Read from the books with no prints
But visuals of reality and forgiveness
I was raised by a man and a woman
Who painted the sky with bright colors
They were my fairy and genie
Who filled my entire life with magic

I was raised by a man and woman
Who have aged after some time
They’ve spent more than four decades
Living a life watching me grow up
I was raised to become a woman and find my own man
Who’s going to build a new castle, a new life, a new home with me
I was raised to say yes to the right man
I walked down the aisle with the man and woman
They are ready to hand me to the man I am destined to be with
The man I am going to spend my new life with, raising the resemblance of our true love
maybe, i was born to hold fire
to be hurt and damaged
by my own strength and might

maybe, i was born to be the fire
ready to burn and to be burned
I am a puppet
Controlled by robots
None of my dreams
Can be real
I am controlled
By a machine
Fuelled with smelly gasoline
To make me alive
I am held by thin wires
With cables attached
To my head and chest
Everything I say
Is numbered and scaled
So don't trust me
Ghosts are real
Alive and disturbing
Not playing, not lying
Only a piece of you
Is all they need
To stay here
To be with you
I stared at my reflection
and saw a different person
Same face, same body
but different souls

I could see through her
the scars and bruises
bullets and knives
All inside her

I smiled, she did
I could feel her pain
Killing her again and again
But she's a warrior

There's a story behind her dress
A melody in her skin
A lost note in her hair
A burning desire in her eyes

She uttered a word
I couldn't guess
She asked for my hand
  But I ran away

Little did I know
I was running away from my reflection
I couldn't get to places
Because I couldn't save me
Her lips are red
Pretty cheeks
And pointy nose

The sway of her hips
With the sound of heels
Wore a vintage dress

She laughs like a bomb
Funny gestures
Are on the way

Loser in a play
Classic reactions
She seems too slow

A lady in age
Lost in her generation
A Class D with mascara on
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