(PaperMate Futura sobre Post-it)
[da série]:
The battle becomes blinding.
Eu não quero desistir de mim, não vou.
E, isso acontece de tempos em tempos,
só preciso me recolher, parar, respirar,
morrer e nascer novamente, but in
a goodbye bed with my arms around
yr neck into our love the tears crept
just catch in the eye of the storm
and as my heart ran round
my dreams pulled me from the ground
forever to search for the flame
for home again, for home again.
FIM.
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