Sometimes we got to sacrifice ourselves for the people we love, and sometimes that turns into always.
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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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- All that remains is a sigha shallow breath onedo ...
- today I remembered my book and read some of its po...
- The fantasy is gone. The idea of hope. The faith....
- The world is beyond saving by humans
- Second chances I gave to everyone, but it was mor...
- The facts
- "Shut it off"
- I'll always remember your birthday
- Make me your North Star I won't waver for a milli...
- I was never chosen, just needed. Now no one needs...
- You are not mineYou're an enraged violent person ...
- Sometimes we got to sacrifice ourselves for the p...
- I hold everything inside
- He was never real
- I have loved you like the sky Infinitely Even whe...
- Principles are just writings on the wall, decorat...
- There's no such thing as romantic love in this po...
- You are the flowers of evil spawn by the worst th...
- One can choose to focus the eyes on the dark or i...
- I asked him if he would still love me old and gre...
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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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