Executioners and tortures run after my body, they reach me and wrap
me up like a baby in a shall.
Guide me out, please lead me free.
Darkness and depression, rape my true self.
Piece by piece my memories, come into sight.
I wander in wasteland and can't stay anywhere,
And I wonder how long it lasts this way I've been sent,
No one sees these conflicts, which exaustingly gnawing,
Blames throw me from equilibrium, but truth is forbidden
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