One day I got kidnapped on a sudden

to an isle I don’t know at all

They raped, exploited and beat me to the death

and blamed me for all of that

 

How many times did I have to die as a child

It seems like they had buried me around here

And now, I’m living for hundreds of years

dying, buried, growing again, eating my corpse, looking at my tombs

 

No

I struggled to survive here for such a long time

But it just means dying in various ways

An isle of guilt

If only I could breath or eat something

that doesn’t belong here

for the first time in my life

 

I see

I can stand up and walk out

as an adult at last

They can’t get me no more

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