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“This book is dangerous,
Is the past supposed to be remembered?
Love in a box, love in a prison,
A road that knows no bounds,
what do I tell you about me,
what would you like to know?”
“Who are you, mom?
If I could understand you,
Maybe I could understand myself,
A heart that kills, a mind that spins and spins, Who are you, mom?
You’ve kept me in your arms,
You’ve shown me your wrath,
If I fear myself,
It is only because I fear you,
If I love myself,
It is only because I love you,
Who are you, mom?
You’ve given me your whole life
And yet when I look through the pieces,
All I can ever find is an empty void,
An abyss leading nowhere,
Who are you, mom?
And where do you keep yourself hidden?”
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