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thoughts, desires and secrets

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Insane Poetry of Mine Instead of Church My idea of Me The Art How's your diary doin'? Are you ready? The Invisible Woman I only write when I am ...

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The biggest Bullshit in the World

If you think little of yourself, that's all you'll ever be. And that's the biggest bullshit in the world!

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Wisdom and Soulbreaks of Mine

The biggest Bullshit in the World

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Insane Poetry of Mine #7 I only write when I am ... I only write when I am falling in love, But finding my words is always so hard. I merge with an imagination of you, And can’t wait for our time to come soon. I only write when I am falling apart, Because these feelings press me so hard. I only have an imagination – not really you. And can’t wait for this to pass soon.

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Insane Poetry of Mine #6 The Invisible Woman Invisible tears, invisible heartbreaks, She and the others just live your life this ways. Never proud of what you achieve, The things you’ve been always believed, Just pushing you towards a goal, That doesn’t make you feel whole.

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Insane Poetry of Mine #5 Are you ready? I should go and live my life, instead to be a housewife already, I look so tired and unsteady, but how is this possible? When I’m still not ready?

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Insane Poetry of Mine #4 How' your diary doin'? How’s your diary doin’? She’s good, Full with a lot of mood, Sketches about the moon, To where I  want to move, But not alone, She would come too.

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Insane Poetry of Mine #3 The Art I am an artist. My brush is touch, my pen is kiss, my instrument is attention.

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Insane Poetry of Mine #2

My idea of Me Loneliness gave birth to Me, just to feel lost but somehow free. She have talked with God about my roads, just to keep always low my voice. I have been told how to feel – so many times, so I’ve cried alone so many nights. And I know He’s cried with also, Their good fates, I just want them to borrow, but only left for me the sorrow. Who am I may never be clear, let’s see it together my dear…

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Insane Poetry of Mine #1 Instead of Church Dear Lord, please forgive me, but cigarette tastes so good on my pussy, as he told me and him under the sheets, on a rainy sunday morning. And I don't have to please, because he feels it already, as well as just me...