29.4.15
fire
amigo traz um extintor que tem um incêndio no meu pulmão
eu corro todo dia e fumo toda noite
mas não adianta, não tem cidade no mundo que conserte o que há de errado
e isso não soa certo pra mim
28.4.15
nothing
there is nothing to say, the trees are so still that they seem lonely
not a single ray of light to talk about
that's why
I used to think life was too much fun so I lit a cigarette cause they told me those are dumb, but I
I just felt like too good and so young
I just thought it would be cruel if I were to live so much
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