All this time I've been acting like it doesn't get to me, like I don't care and I don't need you in my life, and part of that acting, was actually true. I'm okay now, I learned to deal with it.

But sometimes I see you in my dreams, you know. I see you right there, talking to me like nothing happened, like we were supposed to be. And during that tiny moment, right when I wake up, I swear I still can feel your presence, I still hear your voice. But then I remember the way you closed the door of your life right in my face, and that's when anger comes. Anger or hurt. Maybe it's hurt. After all, it still gets to me, I still care, and I don't need you, but I miss you. God, I do.

#51

Ninguém nasce a descriminar os outros com base em crenças religiosas, forma física, cor da pele, nacionalidade, sexo, deficiências mentais ou motoras e orientação sexual. O ódio é-nos posteriormente ensinado.

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Estas crianças vão crescer um dia e ser educadas por uma sociedade que deveriam ser elas a educar.

no dia em que tiver um quarto exclusivamente meu vou reservar uma parede inteira para preencher de alto a baixo com pequenas passagens de letras de músicas que me marcam :)