Category : Poems

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I never put this messy life in order,
  For many years I thought I needed a savior...

  Who I had in my life ​​didn't speak 
 The same language, at the same level,
  We gave a different meaning
  To our mixed thoughts and feelings.

  Maybe my psychologist needs a psychiatrist
  Because he proves me right,
  When I already know I'm wrong in many ways.
 I don't expect to have allies,
 I erase the easy roads to complicate my life.