Elisa Martinelli

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There is a word
In my head
And it cuts like a sword
Killing me dead.

It's a syllable
That cuts like a knife
When I am not able
To handle my life.

The roads I know
I learned them from you
When I was looking in awe
To the work you do.

You ran away
Towards the sea
I found my way
A New World in which to be.
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