- Pior coisa!
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É né.. pior coisa é quando nós se apaixonamos, por alguém que falar que nos ama, que é importante mas na verdade isso só era uma faça, pessoa que não tem maturidade pra te assumir! eu pedi pra me espera se isso não lhe ocupar-se seu tempo, ele mandou eu vim mora perto dele pra ver se nos conseguia ter algo sério, pedi pra ele que me espera-se por que eu o amava.. Mais não sei viver sem ele foi o primeiro garoto que eu não me importei mais no seu olhar me dizia que era a pessoa certa pra ocupar o vazio que tinha dentro de me, e foi ali que te conheci a primeira vez, os primeiros beijos que eu lhe dei o dia mas feliz da minha vida, agora ele me trata com frieza será que eu mereço isso ou foi por que me entreguei facilmente? e agora o que sera de me sem ele. ?
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