Uma mistura de tudo
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Ongoing7m
Last published Thu, Jun 4, 2020
A gente que tem uma cabeça meio louca e/ou uns pensamentos diferente aos olhos da sociedade, as vezes precisamos colocar algo pra fora, então nada melhor que um café, um cigarro e uma boa escrita.
É bem provável que vocês não me vejam por aqui com tanta frequência, mas garanto que sempre que uma bad atacar ou uma indignação martelar minha cabeça, as paginas logo serão "rabiscadas"
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