Scribbled in the mists...
"How come you never remember your own words when you most need them!?
You are the weaver of your own history! Do us a favor and don't forget it again, ok?"
You are the weaver of your own history! Do us a favor and don't forget it again, ok?"
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Acontece que a memória é transe e o vocabulário é sobriedade.
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