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Oh mother, father, the man whom calls me ‘’wife’’.

I have finished with you all,

the darkness is my life.



I am never to return, to that dull loneliness and pain.

I rather stay in this hell

With the mistakes I made.

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My skin may burn, but I am no longer what you moulded.

I turn over, a new self  now divulged.

And all this blackness is my own.



No, I am not coming home, now I own, the stars, the trees

Now I am the force that breaks your sleep.

The next time you see me, will be in your dreams.