Basme de zi

Talking to my Deamons

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One day I stop following people . I just understand that we are all part of a plan and I must do my part in the best way possible . I stooped compare myself with the others and just listen my silence soul. No words can show what a heart want to say when the song of the shadows dance in your mind . So I start be myself , talking with my Deamons and argue with my angels . Just me , and I realized I am to normal in a strange world . image

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Author: basmedezi

in acest ciclu numit viata incerc sa imi gasesc un loc. Calatoresc fugind de mine dar umbra cu care m-am nascut imi urmareste continuu pasii asa ca obosind ma asez la soare si privesc inspre sine gasind ce am cautat in toata aceasta alergare plina de suferinta..m-am gasit pe mine.

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