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. . Chapter 9 "I can feel the wind whipping my violently face. My heart is weakened and is no longer able to forgive. My eyes are fixed on a sky is no longer blue. I'm dead? No one knows. Maybe we all are. And not it is very difficult to be true. to be honest I'm afraid of what this world. There is more love, only people trying to be better than others. I do not know because I have not resigned myself that I will never find ... .. All romantic guy to love me. Maybe my grandma is right. I'm a fool to believe in love. It's like a fairy tale. Only no fairy. No magic. No love. No story. It's a cloud that brings mists of pain and rancor. For our living, every day... " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
- Escritor
