I don't want to invite you to my world. You don't get the idea how much everything is wrecked and my hurting soul cannot deal with you being hurt. She looks as good as a cold glass of water under a bright Sun and 40°. She is not. She sounds as sweet as a symphony of Beethoven. She gets in and out your head as easy as counting to 3 in French. But she is evil. She is corrupted. And won't doubt to take you with her.
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Yes I guess it's here. The end. Some days it's hard to see who is being more reckless. I give you my heart. Still beating. Still alive. But you, once again, stepped on it and never looked back. I wish I could reverse these scars. It's like I tried to write your name on me so everyone could see who the real artist is and who is the muse. I fell down and since I was ruined I saw hope in you. Silly me. What I saw it was like nothing ever made. A kind of chaos working hard to save itself. I want to understand. I really wish I could.
Sim acho que está aqui. O fim. Alguns dias é difícil de ver quem é mais imprudente. Te dou meu coração. Ainda pulsando. Ainda com vida. Mas, uma vez mais, você pisou nele e nunca olhou pra trás. Queria poder reverter estas cicatrizes. É como se eu tentasse escrever seu nome em mim para assim todo mundo conseguir enxergar quem realmente é o artista e quem é a musa. Caí e como estava em ruínas vi esperança em você. Que boba fui. O que vi era como nada visto antes. Um tipo de caos trabalhando muito para se salvar. Eu quero entender. Realmente queria.
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He was a new force to this world. Nobody and nothing could stop him not even for a while. He was unique. But that didn't make him something to look for. It made him a dark and funny way to say the devil is working on your life. A castle with dirty rocks and a desire to be forever unstable. Part of him wondered what was the thing that made him be the only one whose life didn't end and didn't begin. Instead was static. Just like a lake, massive and with no movement. And everyone else was a rock falling deep causing waves. Vibrations and other forces. All weak compared to the immensity he was.
Ele era uma nova força para esse mundo. Ninguém e nada podia dete-lo nem um pouco. Era único. Mas isso não fez ele alguém para se admirar. Fez dele um obscuro e engraçado jeito de dizer que o diabo está trabalhando na sua vida. Um castelo com pedras sujas e um desejo de ser sempre instável. Parte dele se perguntava o que era aquilo que fazia ele ser o único cuja vida não começava nem terminava. Ao invés era estática. Como um lago, massivo e sem movimento. E todo mundo era uma pedra caindo nas profundidades criando ondas. Vibrações e outras forças. Todas fracas comparadas com a imensidade que ele era.
