It might be home
I’ve been looking for so long.
Cannot believe it’s mine.
To enter it feels like crime.
Should I change myself
To be allowed to live.
Or should I live
To change what is allowed.
So what?
What’s next?
I’m Slowly drowning.
Text
Is not enough to not be died.
And music
Is just mourning sound
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