Diario Personal

Por el espíritu de Charlie Brown.

Donde los narcisismos y escapismos cobran sentido en una narrativa, catarsis desenfrenada y repentina que justifique el apego necio a ideales propios.

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Silence

There lies a shy man
In my heart,
Who lies alright
And wants to die.
He won't ever answer,
He won't respond,
Because it taunts him
That he was found.
"Go back, leave me"
—He was afraid
To come with pieces
Of what he made.
What ought he have to show for it?
What good it'd do to do it bare?
I can't appease anybody, I know,
Not even him, who hates himself.
The sad reveal is now that
It's not his fault or anybody's
When my own body
Won't listen to me, for I'm a shell.

03/06/2023

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