My mind is clear
Yet full of thoughts
Of always fighting
But now that it’s over
Who really won?
The things I had to sacrifice
In order to heal
And the way I deceived myself
Just to not feel
But the truth
Takes away the pain
The truth
Will make me feel
Again
Making myself in an image
Just so they
Won’t know
My truth
Ecuador they are the enemy
Never understanding
Just thriving off
The deceit.
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