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Jun 30
When I was young
my father used to say
that the man who cries is weak
and deserves all the suffering he takes
So I grew up dry as a desert
not allowing myself to breath
acting tough and always faking it
that was how I used to be
Until one day, a very hard one
I finally fell and broke
screaming with the pains of so many years
of so many failures, of so many words
My tears were washing my face
making me feel like a kid again
but my father ain't around anymore
so I didn't restrained
And when I was done
not sure if after hours or a day
I've never felt so much better
because I was, finally, me again
Not my best, I'm sure. But this is how these words came out, so I decided to let 'em be
Pedro Vialle
Written by
Pedro Vialle  21/M/Brazil
(21/M/Brazil)   
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   Jade Lima
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