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i really felt like talking about a once upon a time sort of story but truth be told nothing is pouring out as it should right now, let's call that pouring out the right way, the way everything should drip out and off onto the paper, the keyboard, whatever, but not today, today i will just write about all the memories and the lost words and sounds disappearing, mingling and mixing above with the clouds and dissolving into thin air only to come back days, weeks, months and years later in thick drops of water pouring down on me, mixing and mingling with the tears running down my cheeks.

LinesOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora