When I saw that what I had been sharing was incoherent, shallow and often sprinkled with typos, was disappointing. Between a lack of energy and a lack of time, the writing got sloppy. You deserve better. Thus, I decided to pause for a while.
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I will think of you, and your invitation, and I will be resentful.
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Vou pensar em ti, no teu convite, e sentirei azedume.
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The ex The crappy butterflies, the pink walls, the ugly lamps, the obnoxious painting, the broken kitchenware, the tacky cat sticker and cheesy flower pots. I hate them all. They all scream at me and tell me I’m just a guest, a passenger passing by. A temporary shadow in a place that belongs to her. The ex. She marked her territory, she’s ever present, ever there with her smug smile. Every time I bump into that lamp, I hear her laugh. That witch-like laugh you hear in the movies. That bed, those sheets and curtains. The ex knows them...
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