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You hold the answers deep within your own mind.
Consciously, you’ve forgotten it.
That’s the way the human mind works.
Whenever something is too unpleasant, to shameful for us
to entertain, we reject it.
We erase it from our memories.
But the imprint is always there.
6 am after another sleepless night, standing on the cold balcony, drinking cold coffee and trying to fix something you just can‘t repair.
Flying away and diving so deep, running in tunnels to find out of me.
Searching for faces, fading to death. But she can‘t get out, out of my head.
I wish cmd + z worked in real life.
She lives alone on her private archipelago
With the palm trees and her seashells
She sits in the waves all day
She’s scared of dying and she wants to keep it that way
She sends a boat out on the sea with a little note for me
It says why are all the girls so hungry