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  • My fight stayed eight months behind me,
    But it's still here, in my brain, in my habits.

    My bed was a shelter,
    It is now a trap,
    And if I touch it,
    I will need a map

    To find a way to escape from my lonely demon,
    The one I chased, looking for myself,
    When I was the shadow of my mind,
    The shadow of my laugh.

    I am scared of the emptiness,
    I need to be busy,
    I am scared I will fall in my own aggressiveness,
    In my own anxiety.

    I was not prepared to fight,
    I wasn't given a weapon,
    And it is hard to find out you're sick,
    When the only virus is your spirit.

    I had to fight against the sleep,
    Against my nightmares and my ideas.
    I had to find a way to live with someone that did not look like me.

    The pain is gone,
    But I still have to deal with myself,
    I sang words and they seemed real.
    I was a mermaid to myself,
    A dagger in my chest.
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