There is nothing sadder than feeling deprived of yourself, foreign feel elsewhere is hard, how to get back to rule a body that you want, a body that is not yours, my soul is a stranger in his land.
If my body rejects me, where do I go? I do not know how to begin the spiritual exile, how to turn feel I no longer live, but vague, aimless, in this way
crazy ... I do not write poems from an office, just a blog, but someday someone read my soul that wanders through the abyss of fine feeling and reason, and remember that one day, just one day, I thought I could be me.
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