The Deadly Butterfly.
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Última publicación mar, mar 28, 2017
A thought: (1) something you think; an idea or opinion. (2) The process of thinking. Usually a wise thing your conscious will tell you to do or say or act upon. You sometimes obey and other times...you become foolish and do otherwise.
Feelings: experience an emotion. Usually the unwisest thing a person could possibly have to deal with. As much as it stings, you will somehow think its worth it (while its not). Feelings. Its something you catch once you plan to do the thing your conscious tells you not to. And it shall always end badly.
Heart & brain: These two have been rivals since the beginning of times. The heart, being to naive and soft no matter what and your brain being too dry and right 100% of the time.
Though this is all debatable..
However, humans are too stupid to choose the brain over the heart.
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A story in which a boy falls in love with the writer of a journal he finds in the room of his new home in a new town.
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