It´s been fifteen days.
Day in and day out, it´s all the same.
I´m dying.
I´ve been dying for so long.
Slowly whitering wihout fading away.
If it´d only be a way to match my inside with my outside
The shell of caring hands, loving thoughts keep the dust of my life in shape,
As if I lived, as I breath without breathing
I wanna cry my life and exhale my blood,
For it to go back above, for it to go back to the ground
That second to last line was intense and vivid and just the perfect expression of what I imagine it feels like-- :(
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