sam, um caderno, um celular
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e talvez um copo de café (e só isso, eu não quero sujar as folhas)
sentimento, beleza que eu odeio de dentro
momentos
e oque penso
(é oque penso)
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Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hatred plz. Also some things might contain mature contents like self harm. I want to say those kinds of suicidal poems are not to inspire anyone to self harm. I'm strictly against self harm myself. Those thoughts are just a means to release myself. Started writing this book around 25th June, 2021مكتمِلة
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we're all beggars here, clawing at each other's sepia-toned loneliness ... || caffeinated afterthoughts and lovers' vomit ||
Combination of reality and fiction, it's subjective and may be potentially disturbing
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