Strangers
from Emilico
Billions and billions of us. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers make you happy. Strangers cut your heart. Occupying the same reality. We remained strangers. Even to ourselves.
from Emilico
Billions and billions of us. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers make you happy. Strangers cut your heart. Occupying the same reality. We remained strangers. Even to ourselves.
from Emilico
eu estou caí~da e-toda ma~chucada a feri~da se abriu, vejo sangue escorrer mas não-vou mexer porque logo vai curar amanhã vou ter uma cica-triz no lugar
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hoje de novo fui tratada como um porco é muito vergonhoso, eu estou tão frustrada Vou deixar pra lá mas-nunca se esqueça disso Logo eu es~tarei so-rrindo mais-uma vez
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se colo~car no mar um barco com-uma vela as velas-on~dularam com o-vento que vier E assim partirá deixando essa terra Viajan~do por todos os-sete oceanos
estou em-uma briga e-acertaram o meu-rosto o lugar onde bateu agora é um-hematoma roxo mas-eu não me importo, pelo menos dessa vez Eu vou a-cei~tar que hoje fui derrotada
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Parada na colina, com os-meus braços abertos Esperando~pelo vento pra bater as minhas asas eu posso ver o sol bem na minha frente Mas eu-ten~ho que levar a-roupa pra lavar
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from Diary
How is it possible to find comfort in pain? That’s what I’ve been asking myself… New bruises have appeared and the pain is excruciating Why is it so attractive? How to not get carried away? Faced with a feeling so deep So sincere and so powerful? Like the pieces of dead animals you eat at dinner
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Maybe the only real thing I can smell it It doesn’t care about our values Our ethics and morals mean nothing
from Emilico
I've got a feeling that I'm a star Sometimes it hurts Sometimes I feel good Sometimes I'm a black hole
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What's the meaning? I don't really know I think I should do something But what should I do? What can I do? I'm just a black hole
from Diary
It’s not like I can just close my eyes and sleep. I don’t like the dark and I’m uncomfortable today. I can’t even face these monsters, I think it makes me very human.
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I feel like laughing until I’m out of breath. That’s what I’m doing now. Actually, that’s what I’d like to be doing right now. But I can’t stop thinking about how the people around me would react if they knew how I feel.
from Diary
There comes a time when you get tired...