Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty windows, let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find... reaching for something in the distance, so close you could almost taste it, release your inhibitions. Feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in, no one else can speak the world on your lips... drench yourself in words unspoken, live your life with arms wide open, today is where your book begins...
...the rest is still unwritten.
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Pero si es lo del champú!
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