Mood: The Doors

Unhappy girl, left all alone, playing solitaire, playing warden to your soul. You are locked in a prison of your own devise.
Unhappy girl, tear your web away. Saw thru all your bars, melt your cell today. You are caught in a prison of your own devise.
Unhappy girl, fly fast away. Don't miss your chance to swim in mystery. You are dying in a prison of your own devise.
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Exatamente uma semana após ter decidido dar fim nos problemas, vejo que não fiz porra nenhuma.
Sou muito incompetente.