the awakening
Our lives are based on decisions. Some good, some bad... But always in facts that we take for granted in our timelines. We cannot forget that there is a balance to everything, whatever we choose for ourselves. I chose to be cursed, even though the price was too high as a reward. But I would take revenge.
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Um estudante inspirado com pequenas coisas do dia, que ama uma vida agitada repleta de pessoas - antigos ou novos amigos - e que sempre proc...
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