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Stirred like a dead body she tried to sleep, the insomnia had eaten her regularity. Her wristwatch ticked each two seconds, intertwined with a tack ea..
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What if the world crumbled, right here, in this very moment? The end of all hope the final destination of all your plans and expectations. Feelings of..
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Saturday morning there was I hungoversipping coffee on the sidewalk looking at the streetfast-paced people,businessmanall overthe city noises echoed t..
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The same ceiling the same bed the same feeling, just another day of boredom in this life of boredom. In the middle of my usual morning routine I&rsquo..
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School was without a doubt a nice place, my friends were nice, the ambient was comfortable, the classes were easy and biology was the best to sleep, t..
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As she walked out the school doors I was hiding behind a pillar big enough for one only, a black luxury car stopped and she entered it -of course you ..
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1st chapter from my 1st still ongoing project. =D
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In the search of other Brazilians
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Trough the night you see a professionalThose who work with the tongue and bodyIn her eyes sadness, in her hipsbeautyunethicalShe moves and mesmerizes ..
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Staring at the sky in a cloudy rainy nightsitting in the sidewalk just by the doorjust back from work, eight hours of smokehours forever lost, not for..
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