because i was happy once . i don't like to show myself .
it's nothing special .
just me the way i am .
traveling is quite a friend
but also it can't be true for me.,
and her nature with words.
little things are made with love.
a dream of me alone
like a feather of you ,
seek and never be found it .
the importance of true family .
when the art it's herself
the nature of a human heart .
don't dream a dream that
never become true .
- A. A. Popovici,
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