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My body slave to wreckage, has been sculpted by an imposed morality
In a permanent state of emergency, I have become all that I should be
You call me crazy, because your truth is not mine
Teaching me to be the best version of me, I get lost in a lot of dreams without beginning and without end
I... whom so many women desired to be, have become one more piece of furniture in the house
The curtains that cover the frustrations of what I have to be
A garden without flowers, in its divine decadence
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