La Loba - by Noctuary
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This morning I cried
not just my eyes
there were tears in my knees
in my skin
my body had abandoned me
tired of this civil war
my mind now my enemy
stabbing me with truth
my nightmares stealing into waking hours
stealing pieces of me
you stealing pieces of me
i am coming back to carry
my bloody heart in my hands
