
Writing

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A tribute to Diogo Jota
They called him a legend, but legends don't bleed—and I watched Diogo Jota bleed for his game. It wasn't just the goals, trophies or the crowd—It was what he gave when no one was watching.
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Unseen Flames
This place held nightmares. Its beauty was extraordinary. Something straight out of a movie. The water was jet black, so that when the sun was setting you could see its orange hues reflecting on the water.
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I Want My Smile Back
I’ve been smiling. And smiling– because that's the only way to show I'm fine. But behind that smile lives a storm I don't speak about. The type of storm that threatens to destroy everything in its way. Yet small raindrops just come out.
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Fragments of Her
It was playtime, then pressure. All gone in a blink of an eye. The girl’s smile weaved stories, soft as a flowing stream. She screamed in pure delight as her uncle threw her into the sky.
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Took the Fall
Each problem, each issue, each time
I hope you change, I take the blame
Pretending I’m okay, I’m fine
But in the end, you stay the same
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Little Blackbird
O little blackbird,
Why do you hide in the dark?
Are you waiting for something?
Waiting for a spark?
O little blackbird,