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Cauã Rocha

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Cauã, 18. Sou da Zona Leste. Gosto muito de escutar músicas. Sou introvertido e reservado, mas posso ser um pouco flexível quanto ao quesito da socialização. Amo piano e ukulele, são meus instrumentos favoritos. Posso fugir um pouco da realidade, sem querer, às vezes. Amo a ideia de conhecer o mundo, pessoas novas e culturas diferentes. Sou, e gosto, de tudo que seja fora da caixinha, filmes, séries, músicas, e muito mais, contrariando a mesmice e o senso comum, mas nunca o bom senso.

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"With your feet on the air
And your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?"

Sometimes you are here, looking at all those people. Talking, interacting, laughing and being a normal person.
And suddenly you disappear.
Your body is there.
But your mind... Your mind is far.
In somewhere. At somewhere at any point of this universe.
Home.
Stars.
Saturn.
Blackholes.
Maybe a little bit of everything, but nothing of the real world. Of this real point of view.
You just turn into a automatic robot.
You aren't you.
Everything disappear, not only you.
Every piece of this scenario turns out.
Turns black.
Turns intangible.

Your mind becomes part of everything.
Not only of what is around him.
Becomes a thousand thoughts.
Like, you aren't a human being anymore.
Not like they.
You're just something that exist, and overthink.
You don't make part of this.
You doens't fit.
It ins't about power.
Or being more.
Or being a person of successfully.
Not necesarily.

I don't know, sometimes it just look like a lot of bullshits, but, sometimes this consumes me. Make me depressed.
Makes my inside burn.
Makes my heart race.
Makes my stomach turns.
Makes my body sweat.
Thinking. Thinking. And thinking.

I don't wanna give a fuck about everything and everyone.
But all this force me to do this.
So fuck this.

I'd like to write more about this, and so much more.
But who cares?