I wanted more. more of everything. just like when I said that we could have the world. but there was only a little space reserved for us! and I wanted more! saddly. It was me all the time. the one who got it right and the reason for all your fails. for what's worth, yes, it was always me! and i couldn't take that burd, not for eternety!
eu escrevo sobre pessoas e às vezes sobre mim, em forma de textos eloquentes ou pensamentos desorganizados.