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E com aquele beijo todas as memórias voltaram como se fossem fotografias velhas guardadas em uma caixa.
Você sabe que elas estão lá, mas prefere não mexer, pois a bagunça que irá fazer após remexe-las, não vale a pena.
I was talking with a few friends and I was showing my “hear me out” list that isn’t actually a hear me out list (it’s more of a I would love to give you a hug and a cookie and listen to you talk about your problems for hours list) and as I was explaining that I wouldn’t really like to be with these people in any way but friendly, a teacher ended up overhearing the conversation and proceeded to tell me that I have a savior complex.
After taking some time to really think about it and analyze myself,
I’m sad to report that I have a savior complex.