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Now and then, I think to myself
What if it's all just one big lie.
Such feelings I leave on a shelf,
There they remain, left until they die.
Truth told, I don't know who I am.
Yet, I'm convinced up to the sky
That really, they don't give a damn.
There I remain, left until I die
Does it matter, woman or man?
All the time, I ask myself why.
Feelings only some understand,
But they remain, left until they die
What if they're all just one big lie
Still they remain, left until they die
What if it's all just one big lie.
Such feelings I leave on a shelf,
There they remain, left until they die.
Truth told, I don't know who I am.
Yet, I'm convinced up to the sky
That really, they don't give a damn.
There I remain, left until I die
Does it matter, woman or man?
All the time, I ask myself why.
Feelings only some understand,
But they remain, left until they die
What if they're all just one big lie
Still they remain, left until they die
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Traumfuge 2
Weit draußen habe ich mich gesehen. Außerhalb von Sinn, Verstand und Verletzlichkeit. Wieder ein Traum.
Ein hell-bläulicher und frostiger Stich vor meinen Augen. Ich betrete eine kalte Lichtung. Vielleicht noch ein bisschen Herbst, kurz vor Winteranfang. Beiwerk und scharf-stehend wie Soldaten: der Wald, der sich seltsam künstlich ansehen lässt. Ich glaube, bald wird er sterben.
Ich laufe weiter, gehe durch einen offenen Schlund des Waldes. Auf dem Boden liegen herabgestürzte, kraklige Äste und dünnes, aber unnachgiebiges Astgestrüpp. Unter meinen Füßen, Schritt für Schritt, zerlaufe ich die schwarz-braune Waldasche mit meinen harten Sohlen
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Prologe
Thump thump
The town, Aegron, had been destroyed, Katrina knew this, had seen it. The Sekers had come and wiped it out, it happened sometimes, a way of life. The survivors would pack up and move to another town or they would wait for the brothers of Ammit to come and rescue them. This time Katrina new that no survivors would leave this place. Glancing toward the huge wardrobe where her two children had locked themselves, Katrina firmly told her self that someone would walk away, her babies would survive and go on to the next town.
Thump thump
Katrina's husband walked into the bedroom closing and locking a thick door behind him. In his hand
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Despierta
Despierta, Mantic. Wake up. La salsa de mamá casi está lista. Despierta. Despierta. Despierta. Exclamaba Edda durante el tercer alineamiento astral que se propiciaba en nuestra contaminada galaxia. Han pasado ya 66 días, desde que aquella irresoluta muchacha de los labios rosas y mejillas blancas me dejara y se fuera de mi vida con argumentos tan triviales como 'Ya no quiero estar contigo'. Continué con lo mío mientras el estofado hervía y Edda extraía una carta de tarot más, colocándolas una por una boca abajo en la superficie del chifonier donde no estuviese maltratado. Sal&iacu
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Okay sooooo this poem could have many interpretations I realize, all of them centering on identity.
BUT I wrote it because I had a good cry tonight, as I don't feel beautiful. I don't feel like I'm feminine. I don't feel like I'm that woman I'm 'supposed' to be. And in alot of ways I feel guilty about it.
To explain, I have a condition called PCOS - causes infertility in a lot of women. I won't elaborate, but lets just say one of the many markers is higher than normal testosterone levels, which as one might guess, leave women with traits characteristic of men. Again, I shall not elaborate, but sometimes, it just feels like I am stuck in between, and that's what for me this is addressing.
Of course, you are welcome to take it to heart however you wish, elaborate in comments if you wish on how it makes you feel, though keep in mind, every one has different struggles, and it doesn't make them any less important.
BUT I wrote it because I had a good cry tonight, as I don't feel beautiful. I don't feel like I'm feminine. I don't feel like I'm that woman I'm 'supposed' to be. And in alot of ways I feel guilty about it.
To explain, I have a condition called PCOS - causes infertility in a lot of women. I won't elaborate, but lets just say one of the many markers is higher than normal testosterone levels, which as one might guess, leave women with traits characteristic of men. Again, I shall not elaborate, but sometimes, it just feels like I am stuck in between, and that's what for me this is addressing.
Of course, you are welcome to take it to heart however you wish, elaborate in comments if you wish on how it makes you feel, though keep in mind, every one has different struggles, and it doesn't make them any less important.
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