Apenas Sinto

Deixe um pouco da sua ausência se fazer presente para que na sua falta as pessoas notem o que você representa.

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Eu não lembro mais como é estar/ser feliz

[olunar]

Choro sem lágrimas, grito em silêncio, escrevo cartas e sempre sinto de forma exagerada.

- Amora

[olunar]

A tristeza repentina tem feito parte da minha rotina. Quando menos espero, a melancolia me domina, e a alegria como fumaça se dissipa.

- Amora

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Eu já deixei várias versões minhas para trás.

Lapsus Scribendi.

[renascendo]

[seu-bobo-da-corte]

[sweetdany]

[marebruta]

leia de novo.

[fujaenquantohatempo]

Vazio

Sou um jarro sem água

Um vaso sem planta

Um corpo sem alma

Sou o abandono, a ausência, a solidão

Um coração sem pulsação

Uma veia sem sangue

Sou um profundo vazio

Um poço sem fundo que abriga um louco

Tentando a todo custo achar sentido nesse mundo maluco

Sou o que restou de uma vida cruel que não mediu esforços pra destruir o havia de mais puro

Sou a sobra mal fadada de uma menina estranha que só queria viver em paz.

Sou o silêncio da madrugada

O lúgubre lusco-fusco

O canto triste do pássaro

Sou esse absoluto nada.

Mas ainda sou.

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[fitei]

a dualidade de estar perdido na tempestade e ser a porra da tempestade

[seu-bobo-da-corte]

[souerrada-souerrante]

[mas-poxa-vida]

[voarias]

“Não sei se você já se sentiu assim. Querendo dormir por mil anos.”

— As vantagens de ser invisível   (via pendencias)