🌺🖤Sometimes I feel like a rock,
sometimes like dust.
If I stop to think of all the times I would have liked to really understand what they are,
all the drawers of the mind would not be enough.
But that's how I am and I know in my heart that it's a justification,
but having to decide to be something definite terrifies me.
My life has been a torment and maybe I don't even know why,
maybe I'm afraid to find out and therefore,
I lay down on the dust,
because the rock that is in me is not strength,
but sadness,
which holds my hand together with meloncholy.
Yes,
my sadness and my melancholy,
these are my rock.
But I'm satisfied...
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