Hi everyone, this is a simple compilation of thoughts and feelings that I've been collecting in words; every piece represents an specific moment of my life that gave a few words to make them last. I hope you find one that could represents you too!
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The screaming woods
The rain is falling over the burning woods that stand against the ones who stole their freedom and proclaimed them as theirs.
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Void
And with the winter breeze passing by, she allowed herself to feel again.
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Lost love
I am nothing more than a broken heart, falling apart, walking outside; crying in solitude.
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Vertigo
Accompany me to walk on the edge of suffering, let a sigh be our relief. Let the vertigo be our adrenaline and the cold that surrounds us be the shelter of our ephemeral moment.
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Yours
From my very first breath until my soul vanish in the infinity universe; I won't be more than yours.
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Dust
You broke the broken, but don't worry. It was my fault for giving you the pieces.
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The desire for freedom
Just like an arrow threw to the sky that's making its way down, looking for a place to land or perhaps just wandering around; free like the breeze, I go, wild and free, made of dreams and energies to be one of kind.