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The most ideal way of suicide for you is... Blow your head off (Gun shot through brain, in mouth up through head most ideal) Well hey there Mr./Ms. Happy Pants, aren't we a big ray of sunshine today... If you didn`t catch on I was being sarcastic. With your choice of lifestyle blowing your brains out is by far the most fitting means of doing yourself in. Quick, aggressive, and messy.. Just like how you are in bed.

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Carta a outro coração

A dor é maior no coração alheio, por mais que disputemos a intensidade da nossa própria. Afinal, externar as coisas normalmente é ofensa, nunca desabafo. O aviso vira cena de ciúmes. E enquanto minhas perguntas vão sendo ignoradas eu mesma me questiono quando há de acontecer de novo. Pois que seja medo ou fraqueza não se restringe a um coração só. E tão rápido quanto se deixa acontecer - deixa acontecer - se desfaz. E eu me questiono de que lado fica a fragilidade. Porque outro coração já se envolveu. E o seu? Da sua boca saem as mesmas palavras? Quantos outros corações devem se perder assim, deixando acontecer? Pode ser que meu coração tenha sido o mais passional. Ou que só eu tenha tentado falar, porque não acho que orgulho algum seja perdido com lágrimas ou com pedidos feitos de joelho. Mas ao mesmo tempo que carrego meus pecados e minhas perguntas, também carrego sentimentos inexplicáveis que me inquietam além da minha capacidade de continuar calada.

People = Shit

Come on down, and see the idiot right here
Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care
What's the matter with calamity anyway?
Right? Get the fuck outta my face
Understand that I can't feel anything
It isn't like I wanna sift through the decay
I feel like a wound, like I got a fuckin'
Gun against my head, you live when I'm dead

Everybody hates me now, so fuck it
Blood's on my face and my hands, and I
Don't know why, I'm not afraid to cry
But that's none of your business
Whose life is it? Get it? See it? Feel it? Eat it?
Spin it around so I can spit in it's face
I wanna leave without a trace
'Cuz I don't wanna die in this place

It never stops you can't be everything to everyone
Contagion, I'm sittin' at be side of Satan
What do you want from me?
They never told me the failure I was meant to be, yea
Overdo it don't tell me you blew it
Stop your bitchin' and fight your way through it
I'm not like you, I just fuck up

C'mon motherfucker, everybody has to die
C'mon motherfucker, everybody has to die