Život jde dal

Život jde dal

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Život jde dal už od začatku jsem vědela že nejsem dokonala ale drza, jelikož si nenecham všechno líbit ale v jedno věřím v sen že začnu žit jako slavna hudební hvězda tomu se musím zasmat i ja ale přesto je to muj sen jak žít dal? zodpovědela jsem si otazku že toho dosahnu přihlasila jsem se do soutěže normalní ne televizní a vyhrala 3.Místo aspon jsem byla za to rada vlastně je už zpívam od mala a baví mě to po celou dobu jsem se učila hrat na kytaru,ukulele a fletnu ale nejvíce me lakalo se naučit na klavír ale uvažuji o tom skladat písne na klavír o lasce,o nahodě atakdale..ale jedno vím určite veřit si a dokazat si to!
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