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Silly lil drawings (eran las 4 de la mañana)
Just sometimes…

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I think about you everyday.

When I go to sleep, when I wake up.
When I listen to music and when I’m walking to the supermarket.

I think about you when I shouldn’t.

When I’m crying, when I’m smiling.
When I’m home alone and when I’m with friends.

I think about you constantly, but i still don’t know your name.

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I say to everyone that I don’t think about you anymore, but we both now that’s a lie.

You taught me love, obsession and loss, all at once.
And yeah, ‘till this day I still ask myself how you’re doing, and yeah, It still hurts not knowing.

I don’t feel a thing for you, just nostalgia, but I used to care about you a lot, so It’s impossible not to wonder from time to time.

From time to time i wonder, how are you doing.
I’ll be waiting for your answer.

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I don’t remember her voice anymore

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I was in the 20th floor for one month, i swear it was just one.
I could have stayed longer, but i didn’t.

I would wake up everyday with the sweet words of a loving dad, on his way to work.
I would get out of bed one or two hours after he left, forgetting he was there at all.
I would make myself some breakfast.
I would start to feel something, but i’m not sure what.

I would eat, read or dance in the balcony, searching for something i am still unsure.

I would stare at the very scary cliff, where at the end of it, there was a little park with a little playground.

I searched for something in there.

I stayed for one month, so i didn’t find it.

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Algo así
bottle up, bottle up
write everything down then moving on
notice how my feeling go, flying on
the wind takes it all, that's my closure

don't cry, don't cry
put yourself together, time to move on
smile to erase the sadness, start to re-write
my story can't be known like that--

sadness, rage and fear
get me out of here
don't make me go back
to 2021

happiness and peace
please don't make me leave
i just wanna go back
in time.....
¿Cuál es el sentido….?

¿Cuál es el maldito sentido de esta maldita vida?

No hay un punto medio, ese murió hace años, solo te queda elegir: ¿Ignorancia a conciencia o sufrimiento interminable?
Solo tienes esas dos opciones, porque NO HAY UN MALDITO PUNTO MEDIO.

Las guerras, el hambre, nada tiene sentido, todo es una mierda.

Odio a los políticos, odio la política, odio a todos los que estén involucrados con ella!!!!!

CUÁL ES EL SENTIDO, SI NADA DE LO QUE HACEN, DE LO QUE DICEN, DE LO QUE CREEN SABER TIENE SENTIDO, LA VIDA MISMA SE HA VUELTO UN LUJO A ESTE PUNTO, ASÍ QUE CUÁL ES EL MALDITO SENTIDO.

“It’s just politics! What does that have to do with us?!”

¿Cómo quieren que me comporte?, ¿cómo se supone que me tengo que sentir? Díganme o si no moriré.

“I was dancing with Sally Bowles, and we were both fast asleep”

Devuélvanme a mi juventud, donde el punto medio aún existía, cuando mi salud no me fallaba, y la ignorancia no me faltaba…. Porque yo era una niña, yo solo jugaba.

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Life doesn’t make sense.
Tomorrow it will.
But right now it doesn’t.

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Honestamente, sinceramente, increíblemente en serio…. Vamos a estar vivos dentro de 1000 años?? Yo digo que no
Me parece muy improbable

Ay no sé, preguntas raras, dudas dudosas
“I tried to kill myself”

I heard that sentence two times this year, from two of the most important people in my life.

It’s certainly not something you wanna hear from someone you love, but what can you do? Absolutely nothing.

At some point, encouraging words are not enough for someone
even if you try really really hard,
even if you stay quiet,
even if you act too pushy,
even if you understand them.

But… Why???
Why is it not enough??
Why is it too much??
Why! Why! Why! Why! WHY!

Sometimes our dark dark thoughts win and break us.

Sometimes life is not good.

Sometimes people are not worth it.

Sometimes they aren’t you…..

But i do understand!! I do!!! I’m just scared to say it, because I will not longer be me, I will rot, and I will become them, and I don’t wanna be them, I’m scared of being them
But i am them, and be reminded of that is really scary.

So please, please
stay with me for longer,
grand me one more grim, just one,
And stay with me.

~🌻
2025/05/18 14:48:22
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