Obsidian - A Spring Afternoon
I said that among all that I have told about my life, there is much more. Of course, among so many memories, some occupy a more special place than others and this spring afternoon is one of the memories I cherish the most. I had two families. One who was by my side in my period of love and joy and another, with whom I lived in the sad and painful days. "I had" in the past, because nowadays, all that surrounds us is love.
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Eu me afogarei na disforia na lagoa negra e fria de mim mesma o fosso da minha mente imaterial.
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