It's strange how I ruined ourselves in order for us to be better, but I'm now confused if we are truly well.
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Poetry and thoughts, many times darkened due the shadows of reality. I've published a book with love poems: https://www.amazon.com/Love-Compilation-selected-poetry-greatest/dp/B09WYVJQQ2 @soniacostacampos
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- Someone nice Someone sweet Someone that feels lik...
- When you went through your whole life without hav...
- We always think there will be time. Till one day ...
- To let people be free
- Your absence makes me sadYour absence made me mad...
- My last words to you
- I miss them. I hate being here.
- The brightest stars are born of hellfire.
- Balance
- After Life
- there's so much I feel sorry for... still. 💔will...
- It's strange how I ruined ourselves in order for ...
- Can you please forgive me? Turns out my guilt is ...
- Starseed of Venus
- Suicide is painless
- Maybe the truth is that we could never save each ...
- Peace
- Self-love
- A part of us wants the other dead.
- Metal
- Gladly, didn't put children in this godforsaken world
- The road so far
- Wordsworth
- there's no life, only violence and death, we just...
- Hurt
- śūnya; our names are the same 🤯
- You shouldn't mess with darkness, because it will...
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Outros meus sítios / My other places:
Blog of poetry in Portuguese - www.poesiadodesassossego.blogspot.com
Blog about Culture and Society - www.siccc.blogspot.com
Blog of tales - www.projectdecember2008.blogspot.com
Blog about Culture and Society - www.siccc.blogspot.com
Blog of tales - www.projectdecember2008.blogspot.com
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