Every morning felt like waking up to a stay in hell and every night felt like a suffocating wish of death that never came true. The nightmares, the cries, every night I didn't slept, this anxiety grew in me like a flower in the spring and then panic, oh my love this panic was the death of me, the need of air followed by a river of tears that met blood, they were best friends. Started to be normal the cold in the summer, the long sleeve shirt in the Beach, the "aren't you hot?" "take of your jacket it's not cold"...oh shit and when they grabbed my wrist, the pain, the fear, chills, millions thoughts crossed my mind and the feeling of repugnace. Please let me, please don't touch me, please, please leave me alone.
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Right Love, Wrong Time
Storie d'amoreUma história, ou textos soltos, claramente diferente do registo que tenho publicado até agora. Bastante mais crescida, com muito menos erros ortográficos e possivelmente uma escrita mais coerente. "Right Love, Wrong Time", vai falar de amor, ódio, l...
