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quarta-feira, 19 de agosto de 2015

Lost letters


It has been hard waking up, because all of my days have been the same.

It has been hard trying something different, when all of my ideas are empty.
I don't wanna leave my bed anymore, because I don't know where I can find something to restart.
I see a lot of doors in front of me, but none of them are open to me. I'd like to be as smarter as the others, and find out a new way to rebuild myself with my pieces that are on the floor. 
I confess, the struggle has been real and sometimes I think about giving up. But why? I also know there are people around me and they believe in me, in my capacity, they know me, some times more than myself!
By 6 months ago, I had everything that I though I needed, even that time something is missed. Now, I missed everything and I'm feeling lost and even if I'd decide about giving up, I really don't know about what.