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Hxney Bunny Dec 2016
My father is a traitor
of the sacred promise
he made to us.

I mean he didn't harm us
on tradditional ways,
maybe the modern pain is worse,
maybe we'll be in pain forever.

My mother is a leader
of the chaos our lifes have become.
I don't remeber when we didn't organise
every step we made, because we are afraid
of falling into the deep space of our feelings.

My sister is a fighter,
protecting us for becoming nothing,
fighting with my darkness
even if it invades all of our room.

I don't know who I am,
I don't know if I'm the enemy
everyone tries to warning me about,
I live in that chaos, on that pain,
on that darkness, I became that,
an spiral of little destruction.

I become the witch in that story
with a costume of observer
because I'm just to paralised
to show them the inside,
of the darkness that'd  eat us alive.

— The End —