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esquizofrenesi · 3 years

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"The goosebumps you feel out of nowhere, are the work of the sweet angels silently carving the routes of your destiny across your skin. You gotta trace them to know where you belong to."

— Alana Marroquim (esquizofrenesi)

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esquizofrenesi · 4 years

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"Choking on the very silence you refuse to hear."

– Alana Marroquim (esquizofrenesi)

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esquizofrenesi · 5 years

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"There was so much meaning in my fingertips it burned wherever they caressed her."

— Alana Marroquim (esquizofrenesi)

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esquizofrenesi · 5 years

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isn't it tricky that the wound you feel most deeply is just right under your surface at the most inconvenient times? How if you dare cut your skin open in company the blood will easily drip down your not so forgiven blasphemies? isn’t it wicked that the pressure of your restrained cries reverberates so hard from your standing still body that even the slightest wink of your lids can betray your bravery and tell a different story your silence refuses to spill?

Alana Marroquim (esquizofrenesi), Jan. 2019

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esquizofrenesi · 5 years

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The hate, That's bubbling in your throat when you dictate how and who someone should love, is the same hate that runs hot, pulsing to a killer's hands, holding a gun, throbbing in want, for a stain, that will remain longer than the words falling out of your mouth had ever remained. Because It ain't just your opinion, it's an ocean full of demons, lurking in the shadow of every syllable forming in your head, hiding under your bed. And in the name you swear by, all that's nice and kind is tainted a dark red. The doubt, clouding your mind when you're about to claim that someone's colour is a shame, is absent, from a policeman's mind when he deems somebody a threat , by their colour and their hair and does not even ask, before shooting them dead. to the ground. Then what is it that you found so special about being a shade lighter than the one that's now in the gutter? The fire, Burning in your face, as you tell your fianceé to stay quiet and to her man obey, is the same fire in someone's hands burning a trail across a woman's skin, without her saying, after her flesh he violated, wondering if he should kill now or maybe later. So why now, when you put your daughter to bed, you ask your God for rest, and to keep her safe and sound? Aren't you scared of your own shadow? All that you fear facing one day, is waiting every day, to face you back in the mirror.

Alana Marroquim (esquizofrenesi), Feb. 2017

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esquizofrenesi · 5 years

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"I throw away everyone that does me harm. I cannot swallow evil words thrown at me without them eventually rotting in my belly, poisoning my insides until I'm evil myself."

— Alana Marroquim (esquizofrenesi)

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esquizofrenesi · 5 years

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"Every love that lands in my heart turns itself into poison. There's something inherently wrong with this estranged organ of mine"

— Alana Marroquim (esquizofrenesi)

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esquizofrenesi · 5 years

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Ch-ch-ch-changes

My shadow has a shadow of its own.

It creeps, it stretches, it haunts me more than does the unknown.

Between lightning and thunder,

between my brain and the one that beats, or more like, hammers,

between scorn and yearning,

I can't trust my own company.

Between the face and the reflexion, is my chaser,

demanding caution;

'don't look at me in anger',

I'm not the one you're looking for,

not any longer.

Alana Marroquim (esquizofrenesi), Feb. 2019

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esquizofrenesi · 4 years

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"Why do stars flicker? As if their shining is about to dull at any moment. Much like my mind, now that schizophrenia took me hostage. How sad it is, a extinguished mind like a extinguished fire."

– Alana Marroquim (esquizofrenesi)

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