Eu sou meio todo mundo. O engraçado, o chato, o romântico, o amigo e o solitário. No fim do dia não sei qual deles eu sou e o sentimento de ser ninguém me invade. Eu choro. Caio Augusto Leite
How far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?How often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?Why do you find the unavailable so alluring?Where did it begin? What went wrong? And who made you feel so worthless?Where did you learn this, to want what does not want you? Where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?