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All the broken hearts I had, pain, problems, poorness, all the tears, wounds, mental breakdowns, traumas, all the fears, the people that disappointed me, all the loneliness, even the fucking serotonin that doesn't grow properly in my brain, the breath that escape me sometimes, or the anti- depressives that never work, all the bad days, hurts, critics, fuck all that , I don't care... not anymore, it's been 20 years of pointless pain and concerns... in the end I will die, I won't exist anymore... won't feel the warm water in a shower, the taste of a piece of chocolate, the sound of the rain outside, the beautiful music running within me, the pleasure to dance until my legs get tired and then rest, the travel to my unconscious in a good sleep, the freedom to lay in the ground of Sintra, the sun on my skin, the keys of a piano in my hands, the sound of pencil in a paper, the pleasure of the water in my throat when I am dry ,the beauty of the sky when the sun walks away, the elegance of a candle burning, all of that will be gone. I will get old, less and less capable of moving and thinking, my brain will decay, my body will stop until I don't feel, see, breath, taste, I will be just a fading memory somewhere in a century of a specie’s pathway. I am not pretty but I have a healthy amazing capable body. I am not rich but none of the things above I call pleasure has price. I know now what my cousin did in her 17 years of life to live more than all of us... and I know humans spend all life looking for happiness and then they die. And I know I don't want happiness I know I have it already when I realized that each breath is the last one.I am sure, I know that I am gonna die tomorrow... yes I am gonna die tomorrow... and if I don't here is another opportunity feel,
to FEEL...

Now I am free.

Selene Hellena.

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All the broken hearts I had, pain, problems, poorness, all the tears, wounds, mental breakdowns, traumas, all the fears, the people that disappointed me, all the loneliness, even the fucking serotonin that doesn't grow properly in my brain, the breath that escape me sometimes, or the anti- depressives that never work, all the bad days, hurts, critics, fuck all that , I don't care... not anymore, it's been 20 years of pointless pain and concerns... in the end I will die, I won't exist anymore... won't feel the warm water in a shower, the taste of a piece of chocolate, the sound of the rain outside, the beautiful music running within me, the pleasure to dance until my legs get tired and then rest, the travel to my unconscious in a good sleep, the freedom to lay in the ground of Sintra, the sun on my skin, the keys of a piano in my hands, the sound of pencil in a paper, the pleasure of the water in my throat when I am dry ,the beauty of the sky when the sun walks away, the elegance of a candle burning, all of that will be gone. I will get old, less and less capable of moving and thinking, my brain will decay, my body will stop until I don't feel, see, breath, taste, I will be just a fading memory somewhere in a century of a specie’s pathway. I am not pretty but I have a healthy amazing capable body. I am not rich but none of the things above I call pleasure has price. I know now what my cousin did in her 17 years of life to live more than all of us... and I know humans spend all life looking for happiness and then they die. And I know I don't want happiness I know I have it already when I realized that each breath is the last one.I am sure, I know that I am gonna die tomorrow... yes I am gonna die tomorrow... and if I don't here is another opportunity feel,
to FEEL...

Now I am free.

Selene Hellena.