It's not easy to carry that thing in my cheast.
It's not easy to breath with this dust in my lungs.
Not easy to walk when every bone in my body is broken.
And I don't even wanna talk about my brain cause there is just empty space.
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A long time ago I was full of life.
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My heart was like a butterfly and my lungs where filled with the scent of that perfum.
I walked on clouds and my mind was filled with colours.
So when did it get so heavy?
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Before you Sleep
PoetryThis is a gift for you I want to invite you. Take a look inside my mind. Maybe it helps keeping your thoughts from running wild. Maybe ist shows you that we all break sometimes and that is fine. Maybe it gives you some sort of relieve before going t...
