“[...] 𝒯hey told me all of my cages were mental, so I got waisted, like, all my potential and my words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regrets about that I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere fell behind all my classmate, and I ended up here pouring out my heart to a stranger, but I didn't pour the whiskey.” cada. palavrinha. é. minha.