I can foresee through the shapes of smoke.
It was just me and my dreams, feared or hated by the rest and didn't care less. How could you ever want to die when there's such beauty and such...music?
Scrii fascinant de bine. Ai un stil nemaiintalnit si faci totul sa para utopic de potrivit.Felicitarile mele sincere!Chiar nu stiam ca ai asa un talent pur, crud, dar totusi in curs de perfectionare.You're worth nothing but words of great value!
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