segunda-feira, 23.

Let me live, let me try. So I can be, so I can fly. So you can cry, so you can dry. So I can go, so I can flow. Don't follow me so. I'm growin' up, you think you suck. It's all fucked up. It's not your fault. We are what we got, and I cannot fought against the fact of being what you are not.

Mom, this is something special for you.

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