The chest looks like it will explode ..

This time the sadness took over and every pretension

It was not to be so ... More after all, there was no other egress.

It's hard not to be that way ...

The chest looks like it will explode ...

The floor? Waned my feet.

Yes, there's a way out ...

Hope and not despair ...

Let time heal the wound ...

Betânia Farias

Tenho essa em português

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