I can see my self falling.
I feel me seeing me.
Makes me think, almost taste, the grasp. I could grasp the walls of darkness and stop.
Like always before,
nothing is there.
Ni lo intento, reacia, entre vaga y miedosa.
Me da miedo que mis manos no encuentren lo que buscan.
Me cansé y ya sé que hay nada.
that darkness eats all.
like an evil dictator,
that lives inside me.
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¿Qué hago?
Mis creencias, truncas sin crecer. Mi confianza, atada a fuerza de locura.
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i'm breaking, falling, shattering,
my false stability has broken and it's true self has come out.
It's a monster, if you believe. A monster that will look at you, show its teeth, push you to a corner, but will never touch you. Its breath burns you, its eyes will be mirrors to your most intimate self, they will struggle their way in and the air around them will cut you, but you won't bleed.
Because it's just your mind...
And there is no way of knowing which self is the truest.
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