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The gates of hell are welcoming me
The beloved angels are setting me free,
Lifting me up,
above the dark clouds
Then letting me fall,
I'm already lost.
My body cramped and heavy
Bruises and red juices
around me,
I wanted to call my mommy
I remember, I'm not her baby.
I waited for a helping hand
Of a man that will let me stand,
He'll carry me
like I'm weightless
I'm imagining things,
what a mess?
So what now?
You'll just let me die here?
After all I've done,
you want me to disappear?
I'm I that ugly for you to never care?
I might be little,
but my monster is not,
so you should be scared.
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Her Broken Letters
PoesiaThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
