Poema 203

I can't really look at my body now
I know I'm fucked up in the head
I'm almost insane and I don't know how
To stop crying and live instead
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Maybe I'm not really interested
That's why I always think of suicide
I am a work who will never be completed
Because my mind doesn't work right
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One day I'll have that courage
The one that made me go through so many pills
Meanwhile I lay alone in bed
Whishing the world wasn't real 

Poema 202

Ninguém sente sua falta por sentir 
Eles lembram da tua boca na carne
Eles pensam nas canções antes de dormir
Eles querem e volta a tua vontade
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Não há genuinamente um sentimento
Uma falta exata da sua essência
O espaço é somente do teu acalento
O constante ato de suprir a carência
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Eles podem te dizer a palavra saudade
Mas só em você dói tanto
Você sente em demasia a verdade
E o superficial te deixa em prantos

Poema 201

Go on and write for him everyday 
Pour your feelings into words 
He will never talk to you the same way 
But you can’t keep hiding the love
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Ignore the logic of truth
I know you’re tired of fighting your own 
Be careful to not lose your youth 
Justifying something that feels wrong
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It can go away or stay forever 
In your dreams, your heart and thoughts 
I wouldn’t say to stop writing letters 
It’s not your fault he doesn’t appreciate you a lot

Poema 200

I am constantly wondering about choices 

I go very far on scenarios in a glance

I can even imagine everyone’s voices 

How it would turned out each romance

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My mind is still attached to him 

In the silent or noisy moments 

Is his touch that I picture in my skin 

Regardless of how he broke me

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There’s no talking between soul and brain 

It’s also impossible to erase our history 

It won’t happen with someone else the same 

But our paths doesn’t meet in any distance

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I am left with thoughts and fantasies 

Blowed away by unexpected life

Down the road unhappily

Without that man by my side 

Poema 199

Is it comfortable
The empty bed at night 
The space by your side 
The forgotten lullaby
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Is it pleasurable 
With someone other 
Without her colors
With taste of sorrow
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Is it happy
The nights at bars 
The girls without scars 
And home so far
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Is it worth it 
The never happening embrace 
The never showed fate
The never knowing the mistake