I never believed in fairytales but still hoping for one to live a better life.
Is it wrong to dream of a better life?
Is it wrong to ask for more? Or beauty?
If I'm miserable, it's still about me.
There are sheets of happiness, full of bright colors but in the same place are sheets of black and trauma.
I couldn't believe how long I live with them together.
Yin and Yang combined in me. Two views of a medal enchanting me, too.
Complex is the term right about to talk it through.
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PoesíaLife's a misery. Sometimes with heartbreak 💔. Sometimes with a little dose of depression. It's about time to manifest the feelings from inside out. This is no poetry but words that need to come out. Struggle that we all have to overcome. A piece...
