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[milafiore]

I am not a warrior

Not from books, movies or real life.

I can't even bear the great feeling of loneliness.

Nor fear of the future

I am one of those who keep quiet and scream in their own head

Because sometimes it is easier to suffer without showing

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De que vale tener un buen corazón... si en estos momento nadie se fija?

[milafiore]

Quisiera que sientas más

Que sea más que un vacío de sentimientos

Uno el que no predomina la angustia, ni la felicidad

Tal vez pido mucho

O merezco poco

Quisiera llenar tu vacío con colores

Oscuros y claros

Apagados y brillantes

Quisiera más que un lienzo liso

Más que una pared en blanco

Prefiero enojo antes que nada

Cualquier cosa con tal de verte sentir

No pido llamas extravagantes

Ni tormentas alucinantes

Con un poco de diluvio me conformo

No quiero verte vivir sin saber lo que es sentir

Es ver como todos ríen y como vos fingís

Es notar como todos lloran y como tú no puedes demostrar

Es darte el mundo y que tú no des ni palabras

Te daría mi voz, para que tengas la tuya

Y mis sentimientos mezclados para no volver a ver ese lienzo en blanco

Daría mis sonrisas por las tuyas

Daría mis millones de sentimientos, por uno tuyo

Me niego a morir, sin haberte visto sentir

Me niego a vivir, si no puedo verte sonreír o sufrir

Me niego a días de tu perpetuo vacío

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There is nothing more horrible than being afraid of falling. It's like being on a tightrope and you don't want to move for fear of falling.

I’ m a person who has to be safe, because if I fall there is nothing that makes me get up. I’ m not strong, nor authentic, nor good, nor brave.

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“I’m only human

And I crash and I break down”

-Human, Christina Perri

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“Please don’t break my heart”

-It’s you, Ali Gatie

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It’s hard to see that in all this time I didn’t do that much

Difficult to watch someone in the mirror that I can not call myself

It’s not easy to see that I never succeed

I’m disappointed of myself for never doing what I think

I care about things I shouldn’t care about

But I don’t care about things I should care

I’m not me

I don’t know how to talk

Or how to live

I don’t know how to be someone

If I don’t know how to be me

I see a picture of me when I was a child

I remember that I wanted to be a star, something inspiring

I wanted light, but I have dark

I wanted true, but I have lies

I wanted a life, but I don’t know what life I have

I wanted a future, one I would be proud

But all I can see now it’s me going down

Falling without warning

Crying without help

Dying without screams

I see myself as a big hole of dark

No smile

Or laugh

Just disappointed of what I became