It´s been too long since I stopped belonging.Out of stories.Full of urban needs.This sickness. It´s like a plague.
Mother, light burns me, my body ends here, when is my spirit going to start ?
Damn you, fugit irreparabile tempus.Now it´s time to make myself a grown-up. Got your cosmic joke, changing my shell and embracing the female skin.But what happens with the rest of me?
(Maybe it hurts so much cause this is where my childhood dies.)
Mother, when is my spirit going to start?Body ends here.
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