alone
alone

alone

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She looked around her once more, trying to understand something she didn't. The reason to be, once again, alone.
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Sleepless nights, tiresome days.   . Escrevo desde que me entendo por gente, até que me proibiram de atuar. :) Engraçado como criatividade é...

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