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the sky felt stormy as your mind was.
you were supposed to be calm
but then, you were born to be a canvas.
a beautiful chaos that should be love.

you were never a white crayon.
not useless, never less worthy.
you are a beautiful creation
and believe me, you deserve not to be lonely.

shattered souls Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora