I’m not sure what to expect anymore. My agony is boring me. I feel as if I'm grieving a love that was never real. The grief of a delusion. Listening to Fado, I’m watching my reflection in the mirror cry. Is she really me ? I’m ashamed.
"Saudade" 2023, Lana Denina
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