sábado, 20 de outubro de 2012


The world was hers. Walking was needed.

But every step into the wild was a step into her soul.
How painful can it be to look at yourself in the eye,
and dig deeper?

Maybe there would be a moment where she would get to the very end, which would be the beginning of it all. And she would witness her own big bang or self destruction.

The world was her.

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