"Que seja morto de morte natural pra sempre na forca."
Nem de longe. Dá certo não.
No fim das contas, Anna das ruas largas.
XCIII. Not you, who doesn't wanna talk. It's not yours to read. That moment
is yours, this one is all mine. I don't have anything else to share with
you.
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I can't anymore.
I haven't got 10 years left in me.
I just can't, this is torture
To never finding a way to make it right
To always miss tha...
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