White walls.
Rebellion,
entangled movements,
the day ends,
the disaster begins.
My body longs for calm,
there are many nights in which darkness deceives.
I am naked.
Naked in the face of nocturnal reflections.
My movement emerges once again
I feel like my chest pounding,
I get tangled up again,
I am a disaster.
I wake up between sensations and caresses,
I sigh before a hypnotizing voice.
I see around me,
there is no one there.
Again the shadows lurk in me,
Those white walls are but the end of my existence.
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