Diário 31
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Last published Mon, Sep 30, 2019
Faz muito tempo que sinto essa necessidade, será um mês de poesia em formato de diário, cada dia da minha vida será retratado da forma mais sincera em relação ao que eu tenho sentido ou o que tem acontecido comigo no mesmo dia em que eu lançar a poesia. A intenção é fazer disso uma terapia: escrever é como um desabafo, uma conversa indireta, mesmo que poucos leiam faz toda a diferença emocional. Sendo assim, não pense duas vezes: Escreva!
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