Who are I?
Who are I?

Who are I?

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Pasting has always been easy for me. I always knew what everyone thought, but no one ever knew about me. It was impossible to lie around me, I always knew everyone's secrets. So it was always difficult to make friends. Your mind belongs to me. Everyone's mind belongs to me. Whether you like it or not. I want it or not. I can control everyone. I can understand everyone. I can meet everyone. Except myself.

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Maria: Heey, pipou! Leo: Tá falando com quem? Maria: Com essa pessoinha que tá lendo meu perfil. Leo: Ué, tem gente que ainda lê isso? Maria...

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Prólogo

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I'm what's left, I'm what's right, I'm the enemy

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I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you

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Must be exhausting to lose your own game

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