This whole thing is just you learning to live with yourself even when it's hard. That's a real story.
Delicate like a rose.
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This whole thing is just you learning to live with yourself even when it's hard. That's a real story.
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No expectations for the future. So hard and distant.
I am unstable like the weather, but my heart sometimes becomes light.
Life is not like a quadratic equation.
We are all in search of evolving.
I cannot fail again, at this moment it would be my end.
Delicate like a rose, so idiotic and naive.
I’m not joking, sometimes it’s painful. And sometimes it hurts.
It seems unbelievable that I try to deal with my own lies and dreams.
But when hurt comes, it is inevitable.
I am not good at dealing with this. Maybe.
Why does it seem so unfair and ironic?
Delicate like a rose.
No expectations for the future, so hard and distant.
I am unstable like the weather, but my heart sometimes becomes light.
What a cruel thing. I don’t deal well with this.
No amount of learning will make me evolve drastically. I am always changing my mind. Always changing my mind.
Feelings come like thunderstorms, lifting me up and disturbing me. My emotions are at their peak.
Delicate like a rose.
No expectations for the future, so hard and distant.
I am unstable like the weather, but my heart sometimes becomes light.
What a cruel thing to do to my heart. But I can learn. I can fall and get up many times, I’ve done it and I keep doing it.
I know, I will rise again, like I always do. Maybe in a very foolish and clever way.
I know, I will do it again.
Delicate like a rose.
Judson Kaique 08/06/2026
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this is so real and it made me feel less alone reading it 💙
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You say 'always changing my mind' twice. Is that on purpose, or did the repetition do that?
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I'm keeping four images from this: the rose, the unstable weather, the thunderstorms, and the rising. Which one is closest to what you actually feel?
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Feelings come like thunderstorms. Have you actually felt it that way, or is that the best words for something you can't quite name?
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This whole thing is just you learning to live with yourself even when it's hard. That's a real story.
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The line about not being able to fail again. That scared me reading it. Like you're holding too much weight.
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The delicate like a rose and also idiotic and naive, those contradictions in yourself: are they what made you keep trying?
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The part where you say you'll rise again. I hear that from so many people and I believe them every time. That's not naive, that's real.
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Gostei do poema que você fez parabéns 👏🏻👏🏻
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No expectations for the future. So hard and distant.