22.11.08

something vague
Now and again it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in the air while you climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment. And you sink in the chair,brush the snow from your hair, and drink the cold away. You are not really sure what you are doing this for but you need something to fill up the days.

tá tão frio desde ontem.

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