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Probabil sa fiu o adolescenta normala e destul de greu ,atunci cand am calitatile unei ciudate.
Niciodata nu m-am putut include in alte colective ,stiind ca in lumea mea ireala totul e sub puterea mea ,si macar ca lumea in care ma aflu e asa de rece,adapostul meu mereu ma salveaza.
Sper ca iubirea cu care scriu aceasta carte sa va incalzeasca inimile voastre multicolore...pupiciiii...ne regasim in carte ...bye bye
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