Freedom is like a cold-hearted woman.She will make you want her,knowing you are already lingering for her,and still make you feel like you will never fully enjoy her,like she will never be entirely yours.
Does freedom come in different shapes.depending on the person?Yes is does.Just like any aspect of life.What does freedom mean to you?Does it mean anything at all?
At this moment I would like to go and take a walk by my self…and sing as lound as I can (it’s 23:41 pm).Can I ? I could,but it implies too many things.
2 comentarii:
Ai dreptate...sunt implicat in poveste si nu am habar.O simpla poveste...ramane asa:>uitate in Dex sa vezi care este explicatia cuvantului "fictiv".Formulari ca si:"Iar voi doi...veti citi cu siguranta,dar sa nu ma intrebati nimic,va stiti povestea,sunt doar un narator!Dati-mi ceva bun de relatat!!!" nu presupun fictivitate.
Spor la narat!
Nu ii dau importanta, dar poti sa ai putin respect.Atat te rog...
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