Morte
Muitas vezes quase morri
De susto,
De tédio,
De estudar,
De trabalhar,
Por ter que desistir.
Outras vezes, morri.
Morri de raiva.
Morri de saudade.
Morri de dor.
Morri de amor.
Pois é vivendo que se morre.
Hoje morro de medo de viver
Sem esperança,
Sem ânimo,
Em pânico,
Sem chão,
De apenas sobreviver
E passar por aqui em vão.
Por Cleia Nascimento
Instagram: @cleia_textos
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