Dark sadness grows from me
I feel apathetic and distant
A smile on the mirror never see
Shadow in me is persistent
But I try to go out and be free
Feel the beauty of the world
No matter how happy I try to be
Everything I touch is mold
But eventually the sun rises
And blurs all these evil dreams
The night leaves me in crises
I still hear the vanished screams
Dornelas, Mini-table
António Botelho
lostbetweenthepurpose
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