I want to be the silent voice in the dark,
the night that starts in the day,
the morning that screams for the return of the brightning moon.
I want to take off my skin,
to breath like I've never did before,
to scream for the freedom, lost in a moment of pain,
my own pain.
I want to die and to live again.
And to be free...
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