Segunda-feira, 14 de Novembro de 2016

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 I've started this blog nine years ago, although I did not post for long periods, this blog has followed me through my teenage years, through becoming a woman.

This blog helped me somehow in my lowest moments, as I would always write what was going through my bruised heart and my broken mind.

 

"Nothing is impossible, the word itself says "I'm possible!""

A. Hepburn

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Sexta-feira, 28 de Outubro de 2016

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 Love, my dearest love

Both you and I know

We know the sad and melancholic truth

If it were real you and I

We wouldn't have all of these insane thoughts

Now our bed seems to be on fire

It's all smoke and fume around us

It's useless to try an escape

It's too late to try saving us

I've hurt you, I've killed something inside you

And you've taken revenge on me

Oh now it's too late

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Segunda-feira, 17 de Outubro de 2016

 

 

 

 

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Terça-feira, 27 de Setembro de 2016

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Segunda-feira, 26 de Setembro de 2016

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Pretty toy

What a pretty, pretty toy she was

A doll, a plastic doll

So she felt like

A toy for men and women to play with

So important they were these big adults

Way more filthy than she would ever be

There was a gun,

And a hole in her head

She was a bitch, no more than a bitch

Death was the best she could hope for

Her eyes, her heart

Her mind, her soul

What a wrecked pretty toy

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Domingo, 25 de Setembro de 2016

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 "Sorry" he said

It was just a game

He liked the innocense

He liked the childshness

He'd spend the afternoon inside her

But it was just game he said

And she bled for what seemed like hours

She bled for years

The little girl with the blue sandals

And her seducting childshness

She wore her sorrow like a cloak

Feeling bewildered and tormented

She raced through the world 

And then locked herself out of life

 

 

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Quarta-feira, 29 de Junho de 2016

 C'est une simple rêverie

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Terça-feira, 28 de Junho de 2016

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 "Follow me" she whispered in my ear

She reached her hand out to me and her sweet dull eyes

I didn't had to listen to anyone else

Her voice would guide me through the path

In my soul you could see the lassitude and the comtempt

And we forged together my inhumanity

Together we executed my life

It was all over...

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Segunda-feira, 20 de Junho de 2016

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 Disclosing a faint sob

Do not forget to close my eyes for me

Sing for me before descend 

Pull me so I do not fall into the final sleep

I'll plunge beneath the ground before it finds me

Mourn for me and build a castle around me

Throughout a moat and plunge in to me

I'll mutter to your hear

While cradling you around my arms

Descending to death

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Domingo, 19 de Junho de 2016

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 You've been watching me while I bitterly sleep

What a forsaken company

Look at the fall and think of me

I know you've been watching me scramble

Around my nomadic me

Trying for years to find that thing called happiness, or joy

And yet despondency seems to follow me

It clutches to me the way a babe clutches to her mother

And so you watch me sleep dolefully

As I slowly decide to die

Published by Isis Erzsébeth Báthory às 20:02
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