You never stop being children? And when? What you become after they were children? You become orphans, or we become adults we become old? Maybe it just becomes a bit 'more just and awareness of this new solitude so different, so heavy and irreversible confuse the present and the past, shortening suddenly and unexpectedly' s idea of \u200b\u200bthe future. how many applications for a place where the Internet does not amplify responses echoing emptiness, technically impossible, of course, in real life, but not here. Here he enjoys, there is unleashed, disposing and recycling, here is created, improvised, and it is said is said in a confident return echo that masks the void, at least for tonight.
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