୭ ˚.⁺ ִ𓂃⊹ ִֶָ Cor Dolorosum et Universum Somnians⚠️

˚.⁺⊹'⟡Present day, present time, me living in a human body, having a human heart, having human thoughts (Blessing and filthy, blissfully cursed) in order to live this life i didn't ask.˚.⁺⊹'⟡
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ᯓ.ᡣ𐭩‧₊˚  ⊹Sure, a lot of people don't even have food, but living the luckiest life you can do while not even knowing if your emotions are true, if tears and internal shouts are just a different self, in this situation i would just like to have the heart of a doll..𖥔 ݁ ˖ᯓ.ᡣ𐭩‧₊˚  ⊹
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚୨୧I saw the universe entering in me when i woke up after long nights, wondering about why human hearts work the way they work and what it could hide beneath the façade of just people trying to be decent members of society.˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚୨୧
𐦍༘⋆.𖥔 ݁ ˖₊ ⊹⟡Why does i have to always write poems under YouTube comments, if they were my last message, if i can't say hello with warmth in my voice to my father?.𐦍༘⋆.𖥔 ݁ ˖₊ ⊹⟡
‧₊˚✩ ⊹ *ੈ ₊˚Past time, present day, me having the heart of a human, what works too much that it is very common that brakes, it needs a long rest to repair, and me, its host, i wish to not care like everyone does at default, but i don't care because it is a consequence of caring too much about everything.‧₊˚✩ ⊹ *ੈ ₊˚
˚ ༘ ೀ ⋆｡‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅.𖥔 ˖The filth, the angelic, the devil, the little raindeer searching for safety, the universe what trapped me in this body and my body trapping the universe until i go crazy.☥*+*
☆Ita, sicut basia mea nemini directa, te inveniam et te faciam puellam beatissimam in hoc mundo.☆