"He make me dream. No matter what story he would told me about, I always looked at him with open and dreamy eyes. He was not simply smart, he was passionate about everything and that's what make him beautiful. Not his face. No. His soul was the masterpiece. And I was the spectator."
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RandomIf you love words, welcome. If you love music, welcome. And if you feel lonely, welcome too. "Music is here when nobody else is. She helps us fall asleep when the only thing we want to do is crying. But music is so much more than that. Somet...
