Tip me over and Pour me out...
i was always an unusual girl,my mother told me i had a chameleon soul.
no moral compass pointing to north, no fixed personality,
just an inner indecisiveness that is as wide and wavering as the ocean.
and if i said that i didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, i’d be lying,
because i was born to be the other woman.
i belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone
who had nothing, who wanted everything.
there’s a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom
that terrified me to a point that i couldn’t even talk about it,
and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
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