Sometimes i write some weird stuff

[deborapickford]

Para você algumas pessoas foram o seu mundo mas, para elas, você nunca significou nada.

[deborapickford]

Life is becoming increasingly empty. In my pursuit of happiness, I've given up on ever having it.

[deborapickford]

Not even time will erase

All the wounds

I try not to let myself be carried away

By the feeling

That is killing me

Killing me inside

[deborapickford]

One of the worst feelings is realizing you no longer enjoy anything, and that nothing in the world can make you happy, yet we continue trying to feel something, and it becomes an agonizing cycle.

[deborapickford]

[needlemountain]

[deborapickford]

I wonder if this is the end? I wonder if we can still feel it on your skin? Where the sound moves his words penetrate deep You still want to escape from reality?

Debora Pickford

[deborapickford]

Love is a game of chance You can never win If you come with me Will never be free

Debora Pickford 

[deborapickford]

We own our own actions. The only ones responsible for our fall or our ascent

By me

[deborapickford]

Do not lose by the easy path of the butterflies not always what is beautiful will take you to the best of the places.

By me

[deborapickford]

In an other place Maybe in a distant dream Maybe We will be together But not now

By me