I want to escape,

but not in the sense of running away,

but from my mental prison.

It is not enough to change cities,

you have to escape,

  from yourself.

You have to create,

your opportunities


To create

Your escape.


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#Poetry:”My Best Friend”.

By now,

my best friend,

it’s me.

I miss someone who

Do believe in me?

Here I am.

I miss someone

To love,

to love me?

Here I am.


I’m my best friend.

I am what it tells me

Who can do it.

I am the one who decides,

that can have

what he wants.

I am what they say,

what MUST be said,

that we deserve


what others say,

that we don’t deserve.

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