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As Palavras de Uma Poeta Torturada
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Falar nunca foi bem o meu forte, nunca soube me expressar muito bem, explicar e por pra fora os meus sentimentos mais profundos, oque eu realmente sentia. Então eu escrevia. Oque eu não conseguia por em palavras eu colocava no papel, no bloco de notas, no meu diário secreto que secretamente eu ansiava que alguém achasse pra me entender. As palavras são meu refúgio, são a minha forma de me expressar. A forma mais bela de arte que eu achei pra falar, sem falar ditamente.


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