𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 - 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙.
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙨.
𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣,
𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 - 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.

Some people build temples out of marble.
I - out of survival.
My walls are made of silences,
tiles - of „I'll make it through,"
a roof - of don't give up.

My thoughts - fiery arrows piercing through the dark,
my heart - a revolt, a burst of wild sparks.
No more chains, no more decree -
I am the storm, born to break free.

Still the same woman, bearing the same name,
but now I'm a flame you'll never tame.

Find me
where the wild
things are

We exist in the moments, nothing more.
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