living in a maze of feelings
trying to find myself
looking at a different meanings
take care of yourselfgiving myself to the world
want to make it a better place
learning how to use a sword
already been in this casefeel like to be in prison
by the vision I've made
forced to finish this mission
who's gonna give me the first aidbut here I am, still going forward
repeating myself 'don't look back'
not feeling weirdly awkward
or asking myself 'what the heck'

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PoesiaOnce your champagne eyes turn wine-red, you feel the knife twisting in your chest. -When you hear people mocking you behind your back when you are sick at heart - it is when you know you have entered the ill-conceived adulthood, the sincere womanhoo...