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Aug 2018
I try to be strong every day.
In a parallel world ...
That is not allowed to dream.
That dreams are not allowed.
We are just puppets conceived by society.
We smile when the bulbs light up.
And we cry when they turn it off.
A moment of happiness mixed with agony.
The only thing we needed was to find ourselves where we had gotten lost.
Fake smiles was our consolation.
Ours...
Black and dull eyes .
Our looks are deep and empty at the same time.
Where smoking gives more pleasure than ***.
Where our bodies are only flesh.
They say whenΒ  it does not **** us, it strengthens us.
So I need to be murdered.

Because my soul can not take it anymore.
Every day my silence is choked by the noise of my soul.
Where do I meet decent people?
I can not wait any longer.
Cause everything I feel seems empty.
I seek a thousand and one utility for my tears.
But I think I need to die to feel stronger.
I need so much to hear your skin.
As my eyes roll.
Save the princess without a castle.
There we are not allowed to dream.
Our dreams destroy theirs.
You do not know how long I need release.
The night is so cold.
Like the heart of the one who humiliates us.
Drugs and ***.
Combination of the unfortunate.
That night I was unhappy.
Drugs heart unhappy *** dreams dull puppets
Shirley Antonio
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Shirley Antonio  21/F/Namibia
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