It's all over now, nothing left. Empty. Drained. Broken heart and misery. Nothing good for me still. Just suffering as always. And hoping for a better day.
r.i.p. uncle R.
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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
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- The person
- The world is unfair..
- Because of you
- Not a bad person, right?
- Everyone is a just a copycat
- The realisation of the fact that I will be comple...
- Pain
- Falling in love
- Our Love
- When you put everything into a page it will alway...
- A simple kind of life
- it's one of the worst things
- I like people who get excited seeing the wonders ...
- How could you?
- pandemic grief
- Been really sad and really angry for way too long...
- Maybe I'm refusing to believe
- Of course I am worried about you, I love you and ...
- to think that you and I could actually save the w...
- What you are is what you see; reach out and touch...
- To love them
- Everyone is conditioned
- to space and beyond
- It's all over now, nothing left. Empty. Drained. ...
- I know now
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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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