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Poate în alte vieți
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Ongoing, First published Aug 29, 2019
Eu am viața mea, tu o ai pe a ta.
Eu o vreau pe a ta, tu o vrei pe a mea.
Poate în alte vieți vom ști fiecare ce vrem. Mă rog, clișeic să îți pui titlul în descriere, dar poate în altă viață cineva mă va învăța cum să fiu mai puțin clișeică.

Ideea e că toți învățăm câte ceva pe altcineva, dar nu putem să ne învățăm și noi câte ceva. Nu știm cam nimic pe lumea, suntem o specie mai „bleagă" așa, dar e simpatic să ne păcălim reciproc.

Oricum, vedeți voi ce înțelegeți. Nici eu nu prea înțeleg, deși face sens în mintea mea. Poate peste o lună voi schimba descrierea, ca mna, literatura e mai fancy, nu așa.
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