Euphoria (Disphoria)
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Palavras podem ser incrivelmente proféticas, como mensagens, avisos ou uma simples conversa que precisávamos ter conosco mesmos. Um sentimento preso que é finalmente posto para fora.
Muitas vezes não sei o que quero dizer... nem se eu quero dizer algo. Às vezes é só uma coisa inútil que está ali e que, com o tempo, eu vou achando uma utilidade. Talvez seja uma mistura de êxtase com alguma "disphoria"; uma dor sobreposta na minha "euphoria".
Apenas um compilado de exaltação nessa dor, com nada a acrescentar. Apenas algo inútil.
Me diferindo da minha "euphoria".
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