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You asked me how I was doing and I wanted to spill out all if my pain to you. I wanted to say,  I'm really not doing well at all,  I hardly sleep, and the smallest things make me cry because I'm balanced on the edge but all I say is I'm okay and the saddest part is that you believed me. 

Excerpts from a book I'll never write (Part 1)Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora