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Sutis diferenças

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There is a place, between me and you, that I loose myself.

De vez em quando
Seria bom ser a escolha óbvia
A prioridade
Ganhar colo
Ser protegida
Preferida.

Não ser traída
Não ser usada
Não ser tomada como aquela
Que aguenta, que não precisa
Que não importa
Seria bom,
De vez em quando.

(…)

Amiga: Obrigada
por ajudar
Por cuidar
Por escutar
Por não se cansar
Por não inverter o jogo
E estar aqui por mim
Quando eu preciso, não quando convém.
Obrigada por entender minha limitação e fragilidade
E não usar isso contra mim.
E por não dar as costas,
Pelo contrário,
Ter se deitado no chão e escutado um pouquinho, sem julgar.

JJ kinda mood

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“Little Girl Blue”

Sit there, hmm, count your fingers.
What else, what else is there to do ?
Oh and I know how you feel,
I know you feel that you’re through.
Oh wah wah ah sit there, hmm, count,
Ah, count your little fingers,
My unhappy oh little girl, little girl blue, yeah.

Oh sit there, oh count those raindrops
Oh, feel ’em falling down, oh honey all around you.
Honey don’t you know it’s time,
I feel it’s time,
Somebody told you ’cause you got to know
That all you ever gonna have to count on
Or gonna wanna lean on
It’s gonna feel just like those raindrops do
When they’re falling down, honey, all around you.
Oh, I know you’re unhappy.

Oh sit there, ah go on, go on
And count your fingers.
I don’t know what else, what else
Honey have you got to do.
And I know how you feel,
And I know you ain’t got no reason to go on
And I know you feel that you must be through.
Oh honey, go on and sit right back down,
I want you to count, oh count your fingers,
Ah my unhappy, my unlucky
And my little, oh, girl blue.
I know you’re unhappy,
Ooh ah, honey I know,
Baby I know just how you feel.

Pick a toy

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Even at 3:12 am I find it difficult to focus or to let go.
I am constantly forcing myself to fit in and doing what is right.
Maybe there is no right.
Maybe all my efforts to please everyone else but me were just the evidence of my inaptitude for life.
Maybe it’s time to accept that there is no sign of sanity on living, specially when trying to follow the crowd. Most of people out there are even more insane than I could ever be, even if I tried.
There’s no reason to wish for safety or sense. Choices are mere circumstances and not life statements.
Nothing lasts long enough in life to be worth all this sacrifice.
Life is such an ephemeral existence in time.
I don’t believe I will ever understand it all at all.