Not everything that hurts, really hurts

E as palavras ditas agora..Nada valem

Be strong as far as you can Sometimes losing isn't so bad

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Because? Before... You wouldn't mind!

Far From here where angels die The lights go off Years and years all this history has repeated Life and death always holding hands Your eyes are the mirror of mine I think I've been waiting for you all your life At the death ballet only the strongest Survives The first time I saw you Our destiny has been sealed. Where we will pass only the pain will be left Then give me your hand and let's go to what Destiny has reserved. As much as the blood smears the Earth You were all I ever wanted Only you can end it

I was wrong to lie Nobody wants to make anyone suffer The more you ignore an error the more it will increase and injure I would never be that perfect person you wanted I suffered to make every smile on your face open The only person who came crawling was me I regret not to repent I thought I'd do the right thing I was just a fool who begged for you Life can't give me back the time I lost for you Since children, we have learned that love surpasses everything That's a selfish lie. A fallacy for no one really to change Now who changed it was me I've changed from you 

Esta é a promessa diária. 

Finally the woman who had saved him from that almost mortal Desert introduces himself to him. With a clear and inviting pink outfit she seems to have fun with her situation.-You woke up Sleeping Beauty anyway! If you'd stay another minute in the middle of the desert, you'd die.At the most he can do is look her from head to toe, because he has no words to answer her, because he even knows the answers. She is not easy to intimidate, she kindly holds on her face and completes what she was already telling her.-What was obvious? — without losing the ironic grin on the lips corner she tries to show a fake maternal air — can you tell me what you were doing there? -she asks for your answer.—-well — he responds still thoughtful — I — looking down like a child who tries to justify a mess — I don't remember — still pensive — may I know where I am and what you call yourself?---Boy you are in my cabaret and just call me Madame F. You don't have to know anything else, besides.

Deb Pickford

I exist by exist. I live one day at a time waiting to turn night to ensure that survived another day without dreams or hope I feel my head off as if the end was near and there was no what to dream. Alive just to search for diseases. No no I’m fine if I had if I knew what lives in my body I wouldn’t do that. A health problem that only grow and multiply and that makes a point of showing that there’s all this time. There’s no way to ignore it just like a spoilt child who does everything to draw attention. Living with a time bomb inside me day to day it breaks a bit I don’t know until when will stand still.