Domnilor...eu mutilez aerul . Arestati-ma intr-o carte veche si prafuita, nu merit aerul asta proaspat .
Ultimul lucru la care ma pot gandi acum e sa nu uit sa respir . Va rog , imi dati o carte si un tub , cu ceva aer.
Nu e pentru mine e pentru cuvinte...Serios ! Pana la urma cum schimbi lumea daca nu printr-un pantec de cuvinte , cam petecit ce-i drept...
Give the words more space to breathe ..they might just save the world!!!!
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Fragmented Hope
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