House Of Cards

House Of Cards

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Novamente é arriscado,perigoso. Tão ruim (porque?) nós estamos. Para ficar forte, para se equilibrar,é tão difícil,que eu não consigo. Mesmo que eu saiba,eu não conseguia parar de jeito nenhum...de jeito nenhum...de jeito nenhum...eu cairei. Quanto mais o tempo passa eu continuo me destruindo cada vez mais...De jeito nenhum...de jeito nenhum...de jeito nenhum...eu estarei caindo de novo... Em um castelo de cartas sabemos que o fim está chegando. O castelo de cartas está quebrando, é estúpido continuarmos a sonhar e ficarmos aqui mais um pouco... Como se não houvesse amanhã,como se não houvese outra vez... Em frente aos meus olhos,tudo o que não existe é você,é uma escuridão assustadoramente escura. Digo isso por hábito,não podemos fazer isso,mesmo assim tenho esperança que mesmo no fim de tudo,se eu estiver com você,eu estarei bem. Mesmo que eu saiba,eu não conseguia parar...de jeito nenhum...de jeito nenhum...de jeito nenhum...eu cairei...
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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