Franz Velasco

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Sitting still, watching the time go
For hours, like a rock, I sat still.
By boredom, in my mind, it sows
Morbid perplexing thoughts, seals
...

Last night before sleep,
I doze off as a boy.
Now I wake up, a man.
Through my dreams I transformed.
...

Nothing scares away sadness like a naked 'me' dancing in his room.
After the first step, you'll already see depression running towards the door screaming 'NO! NO! Not again, have mercy! '
But after 'me' is already dressed and ready to sleep, depression sneaks back in and dances in his head.
After the first step, you'll already see 'me' curling up in his blanket mumbling 'No, no, not again. Have mercy.
...

Drench in one's despair;
Dipped in cold bitter substance;
An aftertaste that could break one's heart.
Vulnerable, bare back shivering against howling winds;
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day…

Oh dear, are you even comparable?
With hair finer than the rays of the sun,
...

A thought, wonderful at first,
And an action done seconds.
I was intoxicated;
Now, miserably sober.
...

I tripped, and met her at spring;
With a helping hand, all bells rang.
With a smile I knew she's the one.
And from there, our story began.
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I woke up on my bed
And I could not stand up
Nor can I raise my head
Waded my hands through pillows, I took another nap
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Oh dear, you are a goddess,
You are perfect, nothing less;
and everything you do,
Expresses your beauty.
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Sitting down uneasily,
I did not bother to move.
My back against the spine of the chair;
Slouched, the lower part of it unrested;
...

I am thirsty for water,
Lightheaded for air,
Everything essential.
...

Something's troubling me;
Troubled by worrying;
Worrying about whatever;
Whatever that is troubling;
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Like A Rock

Sitting still, watching the time go
For hours, like a rock, I sat still.
By boredom, in my mind, it sows
Morbid perplexing thoughts, seals

For I will never forget;
These thoughts that briefly crossed my mind;
Morbid, not because it concerns death;
But a possibility that winds

On and on, a purposeless
Life, for what good is living
If not for a reason it's useless
Might as well live like a rock sitting.

Have a purpose, live for something.

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