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<br><br><center><img src="http://66.media.tumblr.com/0aa04cdd2fff82aea58d866d53f3ed2e/tumblr_mzv9rw6cUL1s4q4eyo1_500.gif" width="160px"><br><br><div align="justify"><span style="margin:0px;padding:0px;color:rgb(17,17,17);font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;line-height:normal; font-size:13px;line-height:18px;text-align:justify;"> I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey Hidden in the bottom drawer I don't want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine Lend me some fresh air I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you I don't want to be your babysitter You're a very big boy now I don't want to be you mother I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months Show me the back door Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at ten past six Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon I don't want to be your other half I believe that. [ <span style="margin:0px;padding:0px;font-weight:bold;">Roxanne Victorie Marie</span>&nbsp;]</span>

<br><br><center><div style="line-height:12px;"><i style="font-family:georgia; font-size:13px;">dezesseis primaveras</i> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<s>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</s> <span style="font-family:georgia; font-size:13px;">mimetismo de fada</span><br><b style="font-family:VERDANA; font-size:13px;text-transform:uppercase;">I won't give up on us even if the skies get rough</b><br><span style="font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;"><i>sétimo nível ▲ alguma coisa aqui</i> △ <i>sétimo nível ▲ alguma coisa aqui </i><br><br><br>