terça-feira, 6 de outubro de 2009

They're always asking me, and always I got the same answer: Yeah, I'm fine, I said. It's just a bad time, but it'll pass. I know, but the last sentences are only in my mind.
Sometimes, I just wanted to cry, and make pass all this anxiety in my chest, but there aren't tears in my eyes. They just aren't coming out right now, when I want them go out and leave me alone. Maybe I'm crazy.

Por Michele Penteado.
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