preciso de gritar sem que ninguém me possa ouvir.

gritar a verdade sobre o meu ódio do desejo enquanto líder das minhas acções.

gritar a verdade para a libertar.

mas só existem paredes, e outras verdades que fazem ricochete da minha, inevitavelmente retornando o eco.

the echo chamber of desire.

that’s basically where I’ve been living. It’s sort of a prison for your own body and mind. Not a nice place to be at all but nevertheless the only one I’ve ever known.

let me scream against you and smash you into tiny pieces I can carry in a pouch until I go past the river and nonchalantly drop the velvet with your eyes on the inside on the strongest tide I’ve ever felt.

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