I am a biological sculpture drenched in sensory activities, capable of exhibiting emotions. My mind hides words and my talks become stories. I live a life of metaphors and ironies; change faces, cover my skin and masquerade. What I tread becomes my path, where I stand is my land; What I breathe is what I own, I exhale and disown. Inside my head, there hides a world. I long for my life to be a mystery and death, poetry.
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