good lives are hard to find. of course, that doesn't mean you can't pretend to have a good life; we're all used to that by now. the bad can become the good just as easily the good can become the bad, and there will always never be promises. the truth is a word which flees itself. as one truth changes into another, maybe truth isn't really a thing after all. maybe we ourselves have become something we never really knew.Todos os Direitos Reservados