Preciso parar de ter piedade de mim mesmo, ainda que the darkest color me caia bem. Preciso parar de recordar, daria tudo para esquecer aqueles doces momentos que, agora, rangem em minha mente que se torna insana even day. There is no more pain to guess, no more rules to accomplish. There is nothing inside, like ever was. Inner, just the sadness and the youth to kill. The grave, The most beautiful grave waits me avec la desillusion.
It is so funny how could be the taste of inglory is so sweet. I am losing everything, including my sanity.
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