and now, i wish that you leave tonight.
my dear, you look so lost;
oh, tonight will be our worst.
if broken bones are never enough
then why you're pretending that you are so tough?
i guess, it's safe to say that you
didn't matter, anyway.
your monthly affairs, they never last
or so it seems to me.
but when they end, is for the best
i see.
(...)
(sujeito a alterações) Sleep, Love.
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