The way I feel
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Всеки човек е имал моменти, в които не знае какво се случва с живота му. Моменти на безсилие и депресия, когато мислите са единствената дейност, която извършва. Любовта рязко може да промени унилото настроение и да привлече музата, за да направи света ти една идея по-красив!
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