I wish my mother wasn't born in a burning house and my father didn't drown;
I am burning, don't you see? My skin melts and my lungs rip open my chest,
Why would you never let me breathe?
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Love Letters and Apologies
PoésieFor every time i couldn't say "i am sorry" and for every time my love failed.
All the women in me are tired.
I wish my mother wasn't born in a burning house and my father didn't drown;
I am burning, don't you see? My skin melts and my lungs rip open my chest,
Why would you never let me breathe?