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;; ¿y la salida?

un camino sin fin.

un pozo sin fondo.

un laberinto sin salida.

esperamos una la liberación que nunca llega.

porque nos encerramos de ellos y por ellos.

pero al fin y al cabo, somos presos de nosotros mismos.

mi corazón, mi perdición.

mi mente, mi cárcel.

soy mi jaula y mi llave.

soy yo.

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"A veces me encuentro pintando estrellas dentro de la tormenta y otras veces soy la tormenta dentro de una pintura de estrellas."

pues yo

no one

it doesn't matter how hard I'm trying to pretend that everything is okay.

it doesn't matter how sad I am and I've been all these years

it doesn't matter if I cry or if I destroy my body

it doesn't matter

because no one seems to notice

are they blind? are they ignoring me?

i know I'm not important but anyways I was at last expecting a kind of hero.

do I have to scream? because I'm already aphonic

and tired

of crying

of feeling more than lonely

of my mind

especially for this dark shitty awful pleace that we call mind.

of me

so I'm sorry if I give up

it's not your fault.

it's mine

all mine.

because I don't see the world the same you as you see it

i only see black and white

more black than white

more darkness

in this emptiness

in me.

I just want to stop overthinking every second of my life about this

about how useless I am

about all my defects

about things I can't do

about things I've done

about things I should have done

about things I should do but I know I'm not going to.

so that it, basically

my existence is nothing

just because I'm nothing.

I Fe e l E m p t y . . .

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