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All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that’s on my mouth
It’s hiding the words that don’t come out
And all of my friends who think that I’m blessed
They don’t know my head is a mess
No, they don’t know who I really am
And they don’t know what
I’ve been through like you do
And I was made for you…
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…I was made for you
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Todas as nossas experiências ficam gravadas na nossa alma, as boas e as más, as óptimas e as péssimas, as perfeitas e as traumatizantes. Todas fazem parte do nosso “eu passado”, todas interferem no nosso modo de viver, de ver, de experimentar e de sentir. Todas as más, as péssimas e as traumatizantes deixam marcas e cicatrizes na nossa alma, feridas aberta que nem sempre o tempo cura. Essas são as nossas piores marcas, aquelas imperceptíveis aos olhos dos outros. É com estas marcas que a vida continua, ou pelo menos o tempo passa, mas são essas marcas que fazem o que somos hoje, são a nossa história pessoal, a parte da nossa vida que fica quase sempre para nós, a parte “secreta”, pessoal e muitas vezes intransmissível do que fomos, do que vivemos, do que sentimos e do que experimentamos no passado. É isso que uma só pessoa sabe de mim, a única pessoa que me conhece realmente, que me sabe interpretar, que me sabe o “eu” verdadeiramente… A única que habitou na ilha que é o meu universo, o meu mundo…
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