19.2.09

A thought

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And once again I realize that life is a sea of options.
I stand before myself not having a clue about what character to choose that could substitute the skin I’ve been wearing for so many years.
How can we delete our entire self and replace it for a completely new one?
Where to start from?
I’m standing in the middle of a crossroads and I don’t know which way to turn to.
Times passes by and I still find myself encarcerated within an unreconizable self.


Shana Andrade

2 comentários:

Mente Quase Perigosa disse...

Não (te) (re)inventes, está bem?

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Anónimo disse...

ler todo o blog, muito bom