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A amizade é de fases. Difícil, constante, com pausas tão grandes, mas duradoura. É difícil sobreviver sem que haja uma intriga, sem que existam conflitos mentais.
Mas a amizade também é entender o momento de parar, o momento de refletir se somos bons o bastante para aquela pessoa.
A amizade é de fases. Difícil, constante, com pausas tão grandes, mas duradoura. É difícil sobreviver sem que haja uma intriga, sem que existam conflitos mentais.
Mas a amizade também é entender o momento de parar, o momento de refletir se somos bons o bastante para aquela pessoa.
Sometimes I find myself thinking about what would happen if you weren’t with me.
What would happen if that little pain in my chest stayed there, trapped in my tears.
I didn’t know what it was like to cry for someone, I didn’t understand what it meant to live having someone to trust.
Sometimes I find myself thinking about what would happen if you weren’t with me.
What would happen if that little pain in my chest stayed there, trapped in my tears.
I didn’t know what it was like to cry for someone, I didn’t understand what it meant to live having someone to trust.
I want to talk to you, I want to understand when the hell this insignificance took hold of me. A pain. Such great distress that today I can barely walk by your side without feeling this fear and emptiness.
Please, go away.
Please, I’d rather you leave me +
I want to talk to you, I want to understand when the hell this insignificance took hold of me. A pain. Such great distress that today I can barely walk by your side without feeling this fear and emptiness.
Please, go away.
Please, I’d rather you leave me +