Rooting.
There's no more to it.
There's no joy in a place not meant to be happy.
"You looked in the wrong place or maybe just at the wrong time."
"Don't look back, once again,
don't look back."
I destroyed his life, his commitments.
He's no longer the person I know.
Worse, he is but he's destroyed.
I made this.
It's like a place in hell, waiting for me.
Rooting for my absolution, I am.
While myself destroy me and you.
You don't deserve it.
I do.
I am sorry. I am. I just need my salvation.
There's no joy in a place not meant to be happy.
"You looked in the wrong place or maybe just at the wrong time."
"Don't look back, once again,
don't look back."
I destroyed his life, his commitments.
He's no longer the person I know.
Worse, he is but he's destroyed.
I made this.
It's like a place in hell, waiting for me.
Rooting for my absolution, I am.
While myself destroy me and you.
You don't deserve it.
I do.
I am sorry. I am. I just need my salvation.
Márcia Simões by Ana Cutelo
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