It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.
- Chopin.
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Story by IndigoBluenight.
Estaciones rotas.
Viejos y sucios escritos de esos cuadernillos en el rincón.
PD: No es una historia continua o extensa, son fr...
