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they call me a madman
because i enjoy life.

they burn me at stake
because i enjoy the imaginary.

they suffocate me in waters
because i want to swim against the current.

they throw rocks at me
because i don’t care about love.

they flay my skin
because i dare to love myself.

tell me, am i witch because i dare to be unique?

this is my tenth life.

they shot me with machine guns
because i spoke with an accent.

is this the fate of society?


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