Penélope, querida fiandeira dos tempos, termine logo de tecer essas linhas. Querida e irônica Penélope. Penélope, Pe-né-lo-pe [não, não vou fazer algo meio Nabokov - preciso, aliás, ler esse livro].
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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