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A Mistake

Memories stepping by Pictures that once fly The little me appears before my eyes To release the bond that still sticks inside But no, not yet I'm a blank body and the night is obscuring my soul Listening to the whistle of an owl A hangover without alcohol Taking care of my face and not at all This little me is not gone What shall I do for her? Old pictures, reminders of her It helps but it hurts why was I even born? It's a mistake take me back Take me back It's a mistake... Then I would not be inflicted To live just this moment of the first cry Doomed and predicted It smelled like a journey into hell Then by the hands of God there comes the miracle The unborn born freckle Recognizable and messy Childlike and classy But you see no one reads your mind Maybe your lifeless body only A monster I hide And that I embrace with wide hands, I feed with a smile It's stuck in my aisle that I built with time And then no more rhyme..

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