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Da orcusterra

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Sometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen piec... Altro

First Station
carpe diem
selfishness
my pillow is my witness
take a pause. breathe
i kept them for too long
how to speak?
will you?
a poet
please listen to me
ghost since before
it does matter
beauty, where are you?
small, small hope
but i'm not a hero
not feeling quite myself
strange stranger
the art of loving thyself
will you love me the way i want to be loved?
spent my night craving for a purpose
find the place where you belong
Riley, why did you do that?
writing is breathing
is that so hard to do?
but, i am just a student
i think about them
i need someone
be weak, be vulnerable with me
don't kill yourself for claps
say what you want to say without fooling me
who broke you?
i am a fool
poetically pathetic
how to save yourself?
am i yours to ask for this?
am i even an option?
stop the killing.
where do you go when i need you?
but i can't offer anything
how does it feel being pretty?
burnt toast theory
one day someday
know where you belong
crisis, crisis
wasn't your fault
fake. fake affection
achievements
touch some grass
i just need assurance
option. nothing but a mere option
i am a monster myself
i'm a failure
someone. another human being.
facts
greed rules the world
why is it so hard to make a change?
beauty, where did you go?
try to make some sense
where are you?
highest, highest purpose
what is life, really?
what else?
assurance
what do i live for?
i have nothing to offer.
ouch
party hats
what keeps you alive?
Riley
make money and die
huhu
hope is nothing but an old friend
chapter twenty
how cruel can you get?
is this anxiety or i'm just a poet
what is love anyway?
contradicting
you are more than enough
keep going, you can do it
grant my wish
someday...
i was once an angel
it knows where to go
you are a puppet. you are, forever
my hands are cursed
it's hard to love yourself. it is
can i be pretty just for a night?
aw
cycle
gentleness, gentleness
a writer's everyday problem
few coins
meet me halfway
what's your name again?
we should not depend our happiness to other people
i'm a pile of bones
it's inevitable
where do you belong?
how to cry?
be a poet.
hey, little pebble!

go where you are most valued

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Da orcusterra

“It is better to be alone
than to live at the wrong place,
with the wrong people.”

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