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há palavras tão bonitas que vale a pena serem partilhadas.

What kills me slowly are the cigarettes I chose not to smoke and the loneliness inside me.
I'm sick of cheap poetry and feelings that make me uncomfortable, so I will let myself drown
in these dark thoughts and fill my lungs with this exhausting love until I no longer live for this. 

And once I die to this feeling, I will start living again.

"There are certain emotions in our body that not even your best friend can sympathize with, but you will find the right film or the right book, and it will understand you."

                                                                                                                                        -Bjork