Dimenticare Aprile, E Ricordare Luglio

Dimenticare Aprile, E Ricordare Luglio

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Last published Mon, Sep 29, 2025

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Rachele si sentì un po' giù di morale quindi decise di andare un po' fuori dal suo terrazzo a prendere una boccata d'aria. E penso a un discorso così forte e potente che si sentì in pieno contatto con l'universo, ma anche con il ragazzo che aveva incontrato oggi a scuola, "Niccolò Moriconi..." disse. ------------------------- Perché il passato è solo di passaggio, rimane si nei ricordi, ma ricorda che ci sarà sempre qualcuno a ricordarti che non sei da sola a superare tutto ciò. Lui è il mio "non sono da sola" Niccoló è quello che mi ha salvata quella sera quando tutto era buio, ma che adesso insieme a lui sta piano piano diventando luminoso. Questa è la mi storia. Rachele.

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