As the wind caress my face
and my hairs fly
free and high
wish it could be my body.
Standing in this bridge
do I need to stay still or jump?
I am a prisoner to an overthinking mind
no matter how hard I try
in the end I stumble and find
the way to negativity
that urges the evil inside
demons that sleep in daytime
at night wake and torture
this soul of mine,
skinny soul
of a sad girl
every smile hides words
"don't push me
in my end line"
I never wanted to be like this
rotten flesh that is starting to smell
in a healthy body but in an ill brain.

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Mentre il vento mi accarezza il viso
e mi volano i capelli
liberi e in alto
vorrei che potesse essere il mio corpo.
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