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To move on,
I do, we always do.
If I don’t do it how you want it,
I care little.+
But, I can’t let anyone,
to put a mouth in my life.
I regret and regret many things,
I’m sorry I said them,
to have criticized,
of having written “White Papers”.
For some things I have no responsibility,
maybe it’s the city’s fault,
or rather: the fault of what certain experiences do and cause us.
I am sorry that you have experienced them …
The door will always remain open for you.
Maybe you will enter, without having knocked, in fact.
Continua a leggere “#Poetry:”For you, the door will always stay open”. (Move Forward)”
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To grow up,
does not mean getting colder,
does not mean becoming more cynic,
it means becoming more autonomous.
It means more and more,
know who you are,
what do you want,
where should you go,
and do it.
Carrying everything, all the way.
It seems paradoxical,
but you become too mature,
to let it go,
Continua a leggere “#Poetry:”Grow Up”.”
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And they come back,
from the past,
they won’t let you rest,
they keep hitting, and it’s gonna last.
But one day,
you opened the door, the seal,
where you closed them.
But you know they’re not real,
just inside of you,
and they want you as their meal,
It’s your time they want to steal.
But you did want to face them,
to face what you felt behind,
so you can be free,
so you can stop being blind.
Continua a leggere “#Poetry:”Demons”.”