Yesterdays Feelings
The sun was rising and starting to beat on Bert's large window, causing his face to light up halfway as he sang, and making his eyes even bluer, as clear as the color of the sky, which opened to hear him. it sing. The song was so beautiful that I practically entered a null state of senses and movements, I could only look at Bert's face, perfectly sculpted with the shadows of the rising sun, I could only hear his voice, hoarse time, time velvety
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View profileNão sei bem ao certo. Tenho varias personalidades dentro de mim, torça para voce conhecer a melhor delas (: sim, baby, eu sou anormal. DIK
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