novembro 14, 2024

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 Where should I go?

Who should I call for?

When should I leave?


Is it too late? 

Is it too soon?

Will it make any difference now? 


Why I can't feel ok? 

Why can't I fucking make it stop? 

Wish I could just stop. 


I miss me. 

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