Pra nós, todo o amor do mundo. Pra eles, o outro lado. Eu digo mal me quer. Ninguém escapa o peso de viver assim, Ser assim, eu não. Prefiro assim, com você. Juntinho, sem caber de imaginar. Até o fim raiar.
She sat by the flickering light of the old television she had inherited from her great grandfather. No sounds, just images. Her eyes, wide open. She was trapped inside and could not get out.
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