Each day to deal with illusions.
At the end of the rainbow, nothing.
What’s the use of continuing.
What is my worth in your eyes?
Will the angels weep for me?
Sanity, a fragile thread to snap.
Friends mingle with no faces.
Night and day have fused.
A tangle web we weave.
Deceit mixed with truth.
Can you tell the difference?
Nothing is as it seems.
These are my friends. Yes?
Tears well up. I cannot tell.
The silence is deafening.
Should I delete myself?
By C.E. Pereira
(25-11-2019)
I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
Sincerely,
C.E. Pereira
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HoneyGwhiz 
You are precious. It shows in your words and in between lines.
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Thank you for your kindness. God bless.🌻
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You too:)
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The hardest thing is to have worth in our own eyes instead of looking for someone else’s opinion of our worth.
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🙏🏻💐
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Never delete yourself. Always make copies.
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Have to disagree. Copies are imitations or clones or duplicates. I’m me. 🌞
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It’s good to have another you in case the original you gets shredded. 🙂
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