go looking at my skin wound
to hide when you're in front of me I've searched
minute for a reason to find and follow ...
I rode, turned into corpse
look at my mirror image, reflected
me without me knowing
reach where I do not know or even to pretend
seems that I am not owner of my actions but I
. .. fighting ... forget ... remembering ... forgetting ... crying ....
chains emerge not understand my way of loving me I still
and hating to the point ... I do not believe
slave of my past I can not hear my footsteps
now, I still do not know where I am
What a place
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