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My Book

Walking barefoot on broken glass
Wet asphalt, headlights in the eyes
My way has been a very difficult one
There is no "May I" or any taboo
My soul is like a book
The chapters in it are made of scars
They read like a terrible fiction
Because surely these things cannot happen
It will tell you of many hardships
How I loved and about those I lost
Now no questions are asked
I am the daughter of tenebrosity
And my world no longer exists
Easily blinded by the light
I try to forget everything
Childhood died, upbraiding bows
I agree to everything except love
It is easier to shut weeping eyes
Everything done as I must
And not important to me
If I were to call home, I would say
That all goes as it must
And I can only dream of happiness
A heavy burden fell on my shoulders
Sadness on cheekbones harder than rocks
My soul is a battlefield
And the damage cannot be undone
NBathory
Written by NBathory (Natalia)
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