The Power of Love.
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Last published Sat, May 9, 2020
Quando l'estate giunge al termine, il tempo torna a scorrere lentamente e con sé anche la vita di Hayley.
Tutto torna a come lo aveva lasciato alla fine del quarto anno di liceo. Gli amici, lo studio, le passioni.. A volte però cambiare la routine fa bene al nostro stato d'animo e Hayley decide di lasciarsi andare.
Mescolare un po' le cose e provare nuove emozioni, la attrarranno così da tanto da buttarcisi a capofitto e sarà la miglior cosa che le sia mai capitata.
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away
I'm so in love with you
Make love your goal..
The power of love.
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