oh brave new world.

o corpo já estava frio quando o encontraram.
as três punhaladas imediatamente abaixo do coração indicavam claramente que tinha morrido de amor.
antes de morder o lábio pela última vez ainda teve tempo de dizer:
- it might sound a bloody cliché but you're the best thing that ever happened to me.

[maybe I had lied when I said I was ok
just getting along like a little song that stops to sing
and say “wild willow, windy winter
won’t you blow through me
my whole eternity”]

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state of mind: animals_cocorosie