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Prego no meu p茅
Prego no meu p茅, que me impede de cair quanto tempo mais at茅 eu poder seguir?
"Vou tudo resolver", "agora vou me aliviar" mas tem Prego no meu p茅 que pediu pra eu ficar.
Prego no meu p茅, machuca meu caminhar atrapalha minha fuga faca, overdose, queimadura avenida鈥攄espedida.
Prego no meu p茅, desse jeito n茫o vai dar voc锚 sabe muito bem que n茫o quero machucar. me doeu muito quando disse "nunca iria me perdoar" filho da puta; s贸 fico por ti.
#poesia#poema original#depress茫o#pt br#poetry#art#poetry art#is this even abstract art idk what this is#depression
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Haunting undepictable.

Torture topor
Husking bind
No one can paint it, neither in realism nor in...anything else.
no one can write it, in rhyme or chronicle 鈥攎aybe in between the lines? surely all but enough.
I wish you could go away, you and your wraith. If nothing else, you, the haunted one would be pleasantly welcome in the statistics. in the victim list.
Remove this experiencing.
Take back this life.
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this can be a dog considering going crazy or it can be a dog reflecting on the past and pondering on their assumed sanity
Wow.
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The mirror protests

You lend your ammo in the heat of battle;
Death stalking.
you lend your advice at dead of night
to ghosts.
Restless, you seek to please any frown that stands.
powerless to cure the leper
cries.
Am i invisible? im right here!
be brave for me, too.
be kind to me, too.
i frown, too.
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its bloody difficult lads but hell itll be done >>>:(
Not ready yet.
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Synthetic biology
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Got asked about My Son on TikTok and realized I never posted it here
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Like wet incense, unburnable by reafirming mistakes
Like a pretend candle. Plastic and hollow, and lightweight; Yet, firmly anchored.
Like a stranger's lost dog. Like the memory of it.
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How can one overcome
alone
a sickness that affects one's perception?
funny, desolating. no clue
can tip this balance.
That's what i believe.
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May you never know such trap if not to know the joy of growing out of it. Stale hours of deep shallowness. Feasts of styrofoam Alienated inside jokes to all and none laugh.
Rootless jewel, boring, you.
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