a hole cover my chest and I feel nothing at all...
is so difficult to think about things that hurt, so my mind give up and now, I'm least than a body...
in the end. this'll be so frequently that it will never be perceived. and then, it'll be constantly and the thing will die. like the all other things who fell the same
a chan poderia cantar essa música há uns dez anos...
sentimento de ser canela em pó....
hoje tá foda...
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