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Acho que não sabes, mas eu sei que te encontrei. Eu sei quem és, melhor que muitos que vivem o teu dia-a-dia. Apercebeste disso?&lt;div&gt;Tenho as lágrimas a fazerem arder-me os olhos, mas não as vou deixar sair. Não vou chorar, tu és felicidade e não tristeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu amo-te como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;irmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, acredita. Depois de tudo o que já aconteceu na nossa vida, tenho TANTO orgulho no que construímos e em quem somos. Parece que não vês. Que não me vês!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre aceitei a tua maneira de ser, mas agora isso está a magoar-me. A distância aliada à tua indiferença criam uma poção tão 'mortal' da qual vou sendo 'obrigada' a beber aos poucos... Sinto-me a enfraquecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serão só lamechices de menina mesmo? Ou também sentes mas, como em quase tudo o que fazes, estás a manter a tua capa ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei o que ganhas com isso, mas já não sabes viver de outra maneira. Sei que sou das poucas pessoas com quem despes a capa e por isso talvez esperasse mais de ti, esperava que a mantivesses longe comigo. Só queria que fosses simplesmente tu, como és tantas vezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muita gente não percebe o que vejo em ti porque só conseguem ver essa capa, ás  vezes até eu não percebo o que é... Consegues ser duas coisas tão diferentes. Se por um lado és uma pessoa super querida e atenciosa, há também momentos em que não passas de um convencido orgulhoso. É verdade, por muito que custe, tu sabes que é...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu hoje &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;preciso de chorar no teu ombro&lt;/span&gt;, por favor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vales a pena.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Atende a próxima ou liga-me. Preciso ouvir a tua voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Por tudo isto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'basta deitares-te na cama fechares os olhos e adormeceres, vais ver que me encontras'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'sem ti eu  já não vivo'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341769214877136605-8690331437243956926?l=pinceladasnoceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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