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Rafael Mendes Jan 2019
Feelings that can't be described
Agony of living among others who seems to care
Reacting without thinking, taking the damage without screaming
Life has got to the point where nothing makes sense
Why do we do what we do...
I just can't, I just can't be here or there
Every place seems empty and my mind goes crazy
There's no proper line of thinking
Anxiety has got to the point, where i can't even know what i'm thinking and why i'm thinking it

Losing control...
Actions turning into an even higher grade of selfishness
Isolation is a consequence
But it's all for the greater good
Deal with what needs to be dealt
At the end, it'll be just a phase and everything that happened will be lost in time
The only one who will actually remembers that, will be the person who felt all this
Who were around will be gone and life will go on
Rafael Mendes Jan 2019
Melancholy consumes him; something that arrives without warning or signal, that simply appears and does not appear to have an exit, the answer is distant and lost. In the midst of so many thoughts, there is nothing to speak and nowhere to go, I swallow you like a devourer of worlds, there are no words that can describe such thoughts, the scars are lived and clear, and the wounds do not stop appearing, after every fall or loss, you do not know how to react or face, just feel.

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