Ocean Of Words

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I don't need anybody
I can do it myself,
Pass a knife through my body
Yet I don't need a help.

They won't treat me better,
They won't leave me alone,
Walk through the fire
Let me be at my low.

I wasn't a villainess,
I was just a kid,
The fresh air of the new world
Made me go dancing on my tip-toes,
Flying like a super-hero
Till I go crashing to the floor.

These are the ocean of words,
Stuck in my throat,
Burning up my soul,
Storming through the holes
in my heart, no one knows.

The child grew up
but the wounds never healed,
Blindly blamed for whatever reason, Indeed!
Oh no!
I'm not me, no more...

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