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our hands let show
Love is just running nowhere,
if you are going somewhere is not love
if you are not running is not love
I was bored.
I am a natural joke uneffected
Non ero certo io quella che risparmiava sull’amore.
the way I fear
I always leave with feeling
I am missing
somenthing
We are just self portraits
you know her?
somebody new
