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    She doesn't need a creator
    Nor a salvatore
    Never need anyone
    That can make things better

    Here she is with her open body
    Here she is with her open soul
    She wore a mask that everyone can study
    But inside she is a frustrated little doll
    Sometimes she wants to be caressed
    Sometimes she wants to be hated
    Other time she wants her tears to be buried
    Far away where her fears are cursed, cursed

    She wants to run naked through the rain
    She wants to be clean to feel no pain

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    She is talking to the clouds
    She is begging the sky
    The words die in her mouth
    And she wants to die

    Now, now you're sleeping
    No pain, no regrets, no speaking
    Now!
    Now, now you're dreaming
    No thoughts, no words without meaning

    Her only wish is to escape
    Her dream is to see what else she can take
    To find in this mass an empty place
    To be alone in her own space,
    In her own space,

    She is talking to the clouds
    She is begging the sky
    The words die in her mouth
    And she wants to die

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