"Tenho tentado aprender a ser humilde. A engolir os nãos que a vida me enfia pela goela a baixo. A lamber o chão dos palácios. A sentir-me desprezado como um cão, e tudo bem, acordar, escovar os dentes, tomar um café e continuar."
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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