'soon this space will be too small and I'll laugh so hard that the walls cave in then I'll die three times and be born again in a little box with a golden key and a flying fish will set me free ... soon this space will be too small and I'll go outside and I'll go outside'... lhasa de sela


hoje, o enjoo, a náusea, a agonia.



Ele: conhecias o J. do nosso curso?
Eu: sim, claro!
Ele: não tenho outra maneira de te dizer isto...Ele deu um tiro na cabeça.
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