"Escrevo pra derramar meu excesso. E enquanto escrevo, produzo o dobro. Quadrado vicioso."
sexta-feira, 14 de janeiro de 2011
It would me wonderful to say you regretted it. It would be easy. But what does it mean? What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. Now there is. No one will forgive me. That was death. I chose life.
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