i want to travel alone.
i don't want to draw arts on my wrist.
i want to paint something in a black nothingness.
i don't want to feel empty.
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i'll live the life i wanted.
i'll be liberated and naked with my own misery
and damsel love for arts.
i'll be loving the real me.
i'll fight the demon, to shoo them, to scare them.
i'll be thinking not less of myself of me anymore.
i'll be doing my shit whether they like it or not.
i'll be me swear it will happen
maybe not now but trust the process.
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Patience is smirking. Lol
YOU ARE READING
LET ME WRITE, LET ME BREATHE.
PoesíaWe speak different languages with different purposes but we have to always look back and reflect that our words can be a weapon. One of the main reasons why we let our words be heard and be written is that it could be our armor against the enemy, th...
