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Dear Diary,

Belladonna was how he called me
full of poison "herb of the devil."
Jim said that was made of beauty and anger
the kiss was like a hit and he brought me back
it reminded me of our childhood.

I met Jim when we were children.
We had the same age. (The truth was he was older)
He always run behind me with its ultraviolence.

When I was baffled could hear the sirens, the pain was like a kiss from Jim.
The violins was our symphony. They represented my screams.
I want all this ultraviolência.

Jim was always by my side, he was my personal hell (my sweet hell)
He used to say that I was the poison, the Poison Ivy (he always said it before)
The wound felt like true love. He would die several times (it seemed to death)

Jim taught me that love was never enough (It was as if he made me a favor)

Love it was always difficult. I did not feel worthy of his love, not felt it was woman enough for him.
[That's why I thought that needs of violence]

I would do anything for my Jimmy
would return to New York City, Woodstock. Where nobody knew us.
Cry tears of gold, would be the Marilyn.

I still remember the message I left on his answering machine:

"I love you the first time

I love you the last timeYo soy la princesa, comprende mis white linesCause I'm your jazz singerAnd you're my cult leaderI love you foreverI love you forever"

And even after all I love him forever.

But not deserved its violence, Nobody deserved!

Jim was a coward and that is why i stopped.

Even the loving...

Deserved to be treated with the respect and love that every woman should.

With the delicacy of a dry rose, Miss...

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