Confessiona shout, a scream, a moan, a yell these are the ways a soul's pain is heard so many ways for one who fell to speak without saying a wordConfession
you look in the mirror see bags under your eyes feel your body slump in silent tears after countless failed tries
seeing one's pain makes it present, known as your actions lose their flourish and twist I wonder, if the pain were not shown would it still exist?
In the perfect place between this world and dreams I cannot see my face or hear my laughs, my screams
here there is nothing, to
happy..
Her
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BamDan
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"É melhor usar correntes do que acreditar-se livre e oprimir-se por correntes invisíveis."
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Living my life one god damn day at a time!
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