Sometimes i feel weird..
Like the lone flying of a bird..
Sometimes i feel weak..
Like the day of My birth
Sometimes i feel like a child..
Although I’m a young depresive woman sitting on a chair.
Sometimes I’m the Little girl obsessed with coffee, other times I’m the teenage lost in her memorias And thoughs.. or the older woman who Is stressed out with life
That’s why My heart was broken And My mind been rotten.. My soul it’s empty And sometimes i just want to hide in alone the darkness after a simple interaction.. it’s like a rest to Lullaby myself.. And get the action over..
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Weird Barista (Floren) (Seudónimo) (
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Florencia, Your words are so heartfelt. I can really feel the vulnerability and honesty in what you wrote — that mix of wonder, fragility, and innocence is beautifully expressed. Thank you for sharing a piece of yourself.
There are no better words!
Thank you for read it🫀
Just beautiful!! Thanks for sharing!
Your words are a painful and pretty true made words, thanks for sharing this with us and letting us lose our self in such clever texts. Thanks and hope you are okay.
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