My dream was to enter your box and be able to wake up.
My passion is to be able to find a mirror in your mentality.
And today I am restless in this place,
with your breath and my loneliness .
My existence is to travel through your ear and always shout to you, that there is truth.
Without your voice I will fall, I will not be able to get excited again.
Because the fire that unites our souls,
die when I stop seeing.
And if I reach my end trying, be a winner.
Because it is better to try than to die without hearing your voice.
And when one day that fire goes out
The memory of having felt heat will remain in your chest.
My illusion is the illusion that sees salvation.
My illusion is my star, my God, my reason.

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