“You don't have to believe in my miracles. You can call them accidents or coincidences, if you must. But don't pity me for my faith. And don't presume that you're better, just because you believe something different.”












 Eh, um poeminha dentro do mundo das Crônicas do Matador de Reis, meio solta na minha opinião. É um poema que conta uma história bem triste, e é super curtinho, mas não tem nada muito mais pra elaborar sobre ele. 

 

“Love is supporting someone,” she said. “Lifting them up, not tearing them down. Loving them as they are, not how you want them to be.”




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