I have no family, we're all a bunch of mutes, sewing locks around our hearts, playing the nihilists, nothing is said, the infamous wounds are pasted with the mire of false indifference and it taints us, why the heredity has engraved the taste for suffering in our cursed lineage, we're not living with others, we are crouched and afraid in a corner of our own made jail, i want to break free even if i have to let everybody down, even if i have to tear apart my own cuffed hands, i dream about infinite space, a canvas for me to scatter all the colors i really want to spill, what do i have to lose on the road, i think of my weighty heart like a pretty chiseled chest full of stinky ominous desires, should i have to dismember me to start anew, i want to be able to cry in my mother's arms, feel the intensity of one embrace without doubts, not belong, i want to be light, i want to float freely, i want to be huged and reassured.
I want to escape this heart-shaped box.
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