and it's official
it's like I'm an accident,
a car crash
in a small village


with internal damage
only
visible traces
defined with
the black holes
that used
to be my eyes

and everyone
comes closer
to be the first one
to know,

to whisper 
and  talk about me

the disaster
the freak who's gone mental


and you know what?
maybe I have gone mental
maybe I am a wreck

but please, please just let me be
because He chose Her

so I have the right

to be an echo of a human being
I'm just trying to survive here

so give me some space

please please  just give me some space
to survive

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