Bem-Vindo, Querido Sonho
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Last published Thu, Oct 12, 2023
Um impulso por viver é o que basta para iniciar uma trajetória loucamente incrível da vida.
Pular do barco também é uma opção, até porque somos o que quisermos e não há nada que pode nos parar quando queremos realmente algo. E eu quero, e como quero, o que parece ser o mais difícil de se conseguir: VIVER.
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