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wishing none of it had happend.
i think i´ll never be abble to do it again.

the more i try to forget about it all, the more it haunts me. in my dreams , day by day, it´always there, that fear, and those memories. and no one will get it... not entirely - no one but you.

cansada das minhas fantasias. eu queria saber ver tudo como é, ponto
eu queria aproveitar o pontecial das coisas, ponto
eu queria me decidir, ponto
eu queria ter alguém pra desabafar, ponto
cansada de ser sozinha o tempo todo, ponto final

just a so stupid void.


feeling like freaking out. feelin like shooting people in the face - which i won´t .

why is there always this something tha keeps me from realising the truth, i´ll never know.

choo-choo

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just playing. no one to complain. no one to listen. nor to disagree.
trying to learn new things, ended up stealing some. sorry, not on purpose (who cares? no one ever reads this thing, and the poor stolen boy isn´t even aware of it´s existance).

trying not to forget - the language and stuff, but also those things I just won´t forgive myself erasing from the memory - like what a bastard he is.. all of them, really... anyway, not on the mood to going angry.

oh, where is the one who just knew it all? -- .. ... ... / -.-- --- ..-