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quarta-feira, 22 de junho de 2011 { 21:57 }



#23 LETTER TO THE LAST PERSON YOU KISSED

“Made a wrong turn. Once or twice. Dug my way out. Blood and fire. Bad decisions. That's alright. Welcome to my silly life. Mistreated. Misplaced, misunderstood. Miss know it, it's all good. It didn't slow me down. Mistaken. Always second guessing. Underestimated. Look I'm still around. Pretty pretty please. Don't you ever ever feel. Like you're less than fucking perfect. Pretty pretty please. If you ever ever feel. Like you're nothing. You're fucking perfect to me. You're so mean. When you talk. About yourself. You're wrong. Change the voices. In your head. Make them like you instead. So complicated. Look how we are making. Filled with so much hatred. Such a tired game. It's enough. I've done all I can think of. I've chased down all my demons. I see you do the same (…) Stringe ourselves. And we do it all the time. Why do we do that? Why do I do that? (…).”
Não é preciso dizer mais nada, pois não?
Ana

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