From Scarlet to Black
A little rant. (...) And suddenly, as I passed from childhood to adolescence, I noticed that my dreams would never come true, everything I wanted, no matter how close it was, vanishes into nothingness. Loneliness took over me, troubled thoughts and few words, that's me. My favorite color is black, and it still is. It doesn't have much to do with my musical tastes, just apparently. In reality, rock only conveys what my soul feels and my mouth doesn't speak. Today I think, I rethink, what I am and what I was. Colors have always been everywhere I looked, and even today I have the desire that rages in my soul.
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Quem sou eu? Eu não sei mais... Tudo que me vem são letras Elas formam palavras Que formam frases E que detalham o que sinto Eu sou emoções...
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