I have
no lips
To tell you
how am I.
I don’t know
if it’s coward
(dice)
God almighty
Never taught me how to play the game.
"Do fundo do estômago, o medo sobe até a cabeça estraçalhando cada idéia, impossibilitando um pensamento conexo e ideal…"
I have
no lips
To tell you
how am I.
I don’t know
if it’s coward
(dice)
God almighty
Never taught me how to play the game.
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