One more time I write
a letter
just a letter
nothing more.
One more time I escaped
almost alive
from this deadly experience
of writing you.
It's getting more and more dangerous
but he can't touch me
cause I discovered that what imprision my mind
is the image you see.
Knowing about the danger
only makes me continue
cause I entered a road with no going back
the ground is falling under my feet.
And I get more and more excited
about entering this old fashioned house
were the doors can only be locked
opened.
Don't worry,
I know what I'm doing.
I'll make it a better new place for us to live.
Cause he can't touch me.
With sin,
your dead Mie
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