Why can't my body be made from steel?
Metal wouldn't cripple the way skin does.
So no scars could bother my heart.
And so that my face would be disfigured beyond recognition,
So that people would not be able to remember me.
So my image will fade away from all the memories.
Because even I never knew what I looked like.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Життя це дні, а дні - буття.
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