9/26/2005

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Ter dúvidas. Procurar os porquês. Viver com a angústia de que morremos sem que nos explicassem os motivos de termos sido os escolhidos. Entregas. Cobranças. Trocas. (Oldmirror)

Don’t know why,
I guess why,
I don’t know why, because you never really told me
Don’t know why,
I guess why,
yes I know why, because I’ve spend my all life to know you,
Why do you feel bad now that I’m loving you?
Goodbye…
it’s not the time to put me inside of you, outside of you,
and love will be the same…
- The Gift

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