Mute
LIO_STATUS
Tem sentimentos que vão além do que a gente consegue explicar… Às vezes, o sorriso não é felicidade é só a forma que a alma encontrou de esconder o que já doeu demais. Às vezes, o choro não é fraqueza é o coração transbordando de algo que nem cabe mais dentro do peito. E o silêncio… ah, o silêncio não é vazio. É quando tudo já foi sentido, pensado e gritado… só que por dentro. A gente acha que entende as emoções, mas a verdade é que elas têm profundidades que ninguém vê. Por isso, seja mais gent
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