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Last published Sat, Jan 6, 2018
I'm not gonna describe this story in English cause maybe it's more easy for my heart or mind to write what she wants in her own language...feelings...thoughts... wait❤
Në kapitujt qe do mbushin ndjenjat perpos fjaleve te mia do rrefehet nje histori enderr po aq sa realiteti e realitet po aq sa nje imagjinat e shfrenuar qe kerkon nje copez toke te thate ku te vendos kembet pa friken se do fundoset perfundimisht nga dhumbja ne brigjet e lumturisë.....
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