Enquanto você se produz, Eu vejo o que não vê. Crescer para quê? Ser e esquecer. Eu corro contra a luz. Eu fujo sem entender. Vencer para quem? Ser e esquecer.
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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