The "365" days of .........
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Last published Thu, Jun 16, 2016
Why? That's the question that makes me wonder for a long period of time. Maybe a lifetime. Why? Such a childish question, yet a good one. All this days I stayed in my room and desvolted subjects, many types of subjects. Research after research just to come back to the same question "why?". After a lot of time, I started to feel disgusted of the world that's behind that door, the door that leads to a corrupted society.........
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