Being alone reminds me
Of everything I wish not to see
The true version of myself
A girl who breaks herself
But how? You may wonder
By making noise like a thunder
And scaring people away
But secretly wishing they'd stay
Can I make less noise?
Be quiet, lower my voice
Would I be myself then?
Or a fake "me" for them?
Being alone reminds me
I may not be the best, you'd agree
But by being alone I can see
That yet the world's waiting for me.
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PoetryApenas algumas coisas que eu, Larissa, escrevi. (Em inglês e português)
