It becomes difficult.
At one point it becomes overbearing
and you forget
so many advices
hearing only echoes
of your own thoughts
feeding the ego
searching a reflection
of private ghosts.
What and who supossed
to be or to see.
It’s rather easy
Me is me.
It’s rather easy
Life’s designed to be lived
For better or for worse
It’s easy
Just breath.
In and out
Out and in
Nobody will understand.
What pain rocks within
The oceans lost
The paradises found
No one will know
That you’ve learned to swim
After you had drowned.
Unoriginal (love) noteS 
The ending lines touched my heart, a really poignant piece, brimming with emotions.
Enigma 🥰💖
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Thank you 💕
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Wow, very good! 🙂 Yes, sometimes people don’t understand what you go through! 🙂 I esp. love this part, “No one will know/That you’ve learned to swim/After you had drowned.” 🙂
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Thank you. I’m glad that this has resonated with you. 😊
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