Mute
através do livro
quando o mundo cala por ZM4Evr quando o mundo cala a alma grita por socorro. no silêncio das ruas, nos olhares vazios, no peso de um “tô bem” que nunca foi verdade. ela grita. por dentro. sem som. grita em memórias, em cicatrizes, em noites mal dormidas. e ninguém escuta — porque o mundo prefere o barulho que distrai do grito que dói. #viraliza #foryou #poesias #livros #Goodnight
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