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Here you come again…

                                     …just when I’m about to make it work without you 

- Erica, I think you’re completely missing the point.

- Which is?

- Which is: you place Josh down here and you place yourself up here. You say “that’s not me”. “I could never be like that”. “That person is other. He’s undeserving, a monster…” It’s an old story.
It’s how wars begin, how people turn on each other. And, you know, it starts so simply too. I am not you. I am nothing like you.
And it is, each time, a lie.
Because underneath all the layers of fear and protection we are, at our core, the same.
We have the same needs. We carry with us the same capacity for both good and evil.

- “You are your patient”.

- “You are your patient”. You are every patient you will ever have. And every person you will ever meet. And until you acknowledge that you have the capacity not just for kindness and compassion, but also for heartlessness and cruelty. Until you acknowledge that, you will never be able to start from here. *places hands in the same level* You will never be able to help Josh. 

Lady Gaga as a tribute

District 1. Luxury
 

District 2. Masonry

District 3. Electronics

District 4. Fishing
 

District 5. Power

Disctrict 6. Transportation

District 7. Lumber
 

District 8. Textile

District 9. Grain

District 10. Livestock
 

District 11. Agriculture

District 12. Coal mining
 

Anyone but me thinks Lady Gaga is an agent from the Capitol?

If I loved you…

…time and again I would try to say
all I want you to know

If I loved you
Words wouldn’t come in an easy way
Round in circles I’d go

Longing to tell you
But afraid
And shy
I’d let my golden chances pass me by

Soon you’d leave me
Off you would go on a mist of day
Never, never to know
How I loved you

…If I loved you… 

Coisas Para Se Fazer Antes de Morrer

Ruben deixou o trabalho em branco. E eu sabia que estava acontecendo algo porque ele estava estranho, mas não sabia o motivo.
Quando eu percebi que ele deixou o trabalho em branco, devia ser porque não pensava em nada. Ou talvez pensava, mas não tinha coragem pra escrever.
Isso nunca saberemos.
E isso me queima por dentro.
Para Ruben isso devia ser muito difícil, pra não encontrar nenhuma razão para viver.  
Mas bem, suponho que por isso ele era meu amigo.
E eu tento pensar no que quero fazer antes de morrer… e eu também não me lembro de muitas. Porque ele não estará aqui para compartilha-las comigo.
E eu não sei como fazer sozinho.

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