kreativt skrivande 09

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en text jag skrev för kanske ett årsedan.

You found me
in peaces all over the room.
Broken, but still intact
in a sick and twisted way.
Touch me and I'll break even more.

How was I suppose to know
hands can heal as well as hurt.
Spots of bright lights
always stings your eyes
right after a dark night.

How was I suppose to know wounds becomes scars.
And how was I suppose to know
hurtful things can turn into memories.
That time's actually moving,
no prisoner in the moment at all.

/Malin Sjögren, 25/10