um pequeno excerto que traduz o que tou a sentir ....
"I kept the right ones out
And let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins
There were times in my life
When I was goin' insane
Tryin to walk through
The pain
When I lost my grip
And I hit the floor
Yeah, I thought I could leave, but couldn't get out the door
I was so sick and tired
Of livin' a lie
I was wishin that I
Would die"
como eu queria sair daki a correr sem destino, correr so por correr ...sentir liberdade
deixar de sentir-me oprimida pela minha propria realidade que teimo em nao aceitar.
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Pareces a Florbela Espanca pá!
ah essa bela poetisa portuguesa ( mas retiranto o amor incestuoso pelo irmao sff ) ... nao me importava temos visoes bastante parecidas do amor e da morte pelo suicidio :p
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