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All that we didn't



All the hotdogs we didn't eat
plus all the milkshake we didn't drink
And all the macarroni cheese we didn't bake
All the walks we could 've taken
Plus all the talks we didn't scream
about when we were little
what happened yesterday, or so...
It all comes to me right now
Like a dog barking for food or attention
Like I could be the one to save your days just next week
Why won't you visit me next week?
So we can save ourselves next week?

It's next week already
And there you come smiling at me
Not becausause of happiness, because you don't know what to do
So I kissed then your words wouldnt come all confused
So the sun stood a little colder
The streets were a little soundless
The homeless had now a home
And we couldn't barely talk or cry

It was night when the moon said hello
you said bye
I couldnt speak the words I wanted to
So all of that my words could tell me was
I love you
come back soon



Escrevi isso há muito, muito tempo atrás. O contexto que se passava não era tão bom mas escrever sempre foi uma válvula de escape. Hahaha, sempre que eu escrevo em inglês me passa pela cabeça as besteiras que eu penso em inglês. Porque na maior parte do tempo eu penso em inglês, mas enfim, outro dia eu tava dormindo meu beloved nap, daí que alguém me acorda pra almoçar. Eu odeio quando me acordam pra comer. Eu odeio, eu odeio. Se eu tivesse tendo algum ataque de fome eu acordaria, mas então:

- Rianne, acorda, almoçar.
Viro o rosto.
- Fuck. I'm alive. Ain't that enough suffering?

Eu sou uma péssima pessoa quando me acordam. Eu provavelmente não vou falar contigo até as quatro da tarde, só balançar a cabeça. Porque eu amo dormir, so don't take away my love. Bitch.

No mais, somos só eu e a ansiedade de sempre. Se eu roesse unhas eu não teria mais dedos.

Eu já disse que o nome do meu terapeuta é Hendrik? Gee, eu amo esse nome. Get me a kid or a dog just so I can name it. Preguiça de falar sobre isso hoje.

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