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So
Many pages, many names, too many masks to hide this pain.
Breaking up in pieces, a puzzle not to be mastered accept me as I am, that is, a woman with a heart, lost in her own beautiful disaster.
Breaking up in pieces, a puzzle not to be mastered accept me as I am, that is, a woman with a heart, lost in her own beautiful disaster.
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