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Tired of my broken soul
Arching, whispering,
Who wakes me at 3:00 in the morning.
Who shouts and vocifera,
All the pain that goes through me.
Tired of guilt, of anger
Of everything you impose on my life,
Female?
How should I dress,
When you cry,
How to behave.
Tired of everything you've stuck with me, inside a box, closed, square, tight, preventing my growth,
Who imputed me as mine, being me...
Tired of the rose, the blue, the pseudo-knowledge, which of knowledge has nothing but achisms.
Tired of the trials,
Which I ignore because they don't pay for my dinner.
Tired of the looks that turned me into just flesh, to be seen and consumed.
Just a product, to give pleasure, never receive, and if I don't, or don't, it's still my fault.
And they remain unharmed, all of them, committing their crimes in our flesh, in our expense, until our death.
I died the first time when I was six.
Who did I want to seduce...?!
Hate consumes, the only way out is rematch?
Eliz Leo