Truth
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Ongoing, First published Mar 02, 2019
Salut, sunt Nimeni și nu sunt psiholog sau dacă pot fi, sper să înțelegi atât cât poți. Înainte să deschizi asta trebuie să-ți spun că nu o fac pentru atenție, nu caut să schimb mentalități sau să educ oameni, ci pur și simplu fac asta pentru a pune oamenii să gândească la un alt nivel sau dintr-o altă perspectivă sau dintr-un unghi mort, oricum țin să mulțumesc de pe acum tuturor. Această poveste va fi mai mult o conversație cu voi înșivă, prin care vorbesc cu sufletul și cu ceea ce vă apasă.
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