Is there a specific way to love the things you do?
Nothings is final.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I open them and all is born again.
What did I wanted to say!?
I don’t know.
If you read between the lines, you just saw it.
And in the end:
Can You remember who You were
before the world told who
You should be?
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