"How many voices my mind speaks
How many minds my soul holds
Each leading to a different path
Each path to a nowhere that unfolds
I know not where each finger points
I know not where my souls need to be
Leading me to somewhere insane
Ruptured beneath secrecy
I did not see myself birth
Nor has my body crumbled beneath the soil
My story is a line tangled between cuts
Split ends, misfortunes and empowered lucks.
But melt not your eyes, for my horizon shines wide
For all of these creatures making me glow inside.
A me yet to define
A me yet to be found
Hide, and I shall seek
Be lost, and I shall retreat
All the way back
-to my insanity."~Mia Persson, scraps
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