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Chorar por tudo que se perdeu, por tudo que apenas ameaçou e não chegou a ser, pelo que perdi de mim, pelo ontem morto, pelo hoje sujo, pelo amanhã que não existe, pelo muito que amei e não me amaram, pelo que tentei ser correto e não foram comigo. Meu coração sangra com uma dor que não consigo comunicar a ninguém, recuso todos os toques e ignoro todas tentativas de aproximação. Tenho vergonha de gritar que esta dor é só minha, de pedir que me deixem em paz e só com ela, como um cão com seu osso.
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