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Noone's near me.
I don't want anyone.
They hurt me.
They all seem roses.
But they scratch me with thorns.
You're not enough.
You're just a stranger.
Alone like me.
But everyone's alone.
That is not
an excuse
or a consolation.
That is a statement.
I'm indifferent
if I'm really troubling you now.
I'm troubled long ago.
Be careful with me.
I'm a woman
in chains for so long...
I'm dangerously sick
for freedom.
If I'm not free from now on
I'll kill you or I'll kill myself.
And my blood will be
on your hands.
This is my curse on you!
I just want to be myself...
