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Fiona Apple | Oh Well



(...)
What you did to me made me see myself somethin' awful
A voice once stentorian is now again meek and muffled
It took me such a long time to get back up the first time you did it
I spent all I had to get it back, and now it seems I've been outbidded

My peace and quiet was stolen from me
When I was looking with calm affection
You were searching out my imperfections

What wasted unconditional love
On somebody
Who doesn't believe in the stuff
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uma fúria corrosiva, tão violenta quanto contida, parecendo gritada quando é apenas murmurada, entre dentes cerrados. morder com força o sítio onde dói, para o adormecer. num dado momento, isto serviu-me. trincando a língua, se se descobre veneno, o melhor é cuspir. gostei de ser isto. gostei de ser fruta esquisita, menina aflita. agora, gosto mais de ser outras coisas.







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