Today I broke a thing called brain,
I wonder will I ever feel the same,
Because the wound is killing me...
Perhaps it's better to sleep on it.
Today I broke a thing called heart.
It was beating hard, but now it's not...
I pray both things will recover,
Because, if not, I must buy new ones...
And I'm broke.
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- ADELIA MORTE