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textos de uma escritora
Amanhã eu faço 20 e poucos anos… E antes de qualquer coisa… eu sou feita de perdas que ninguém vê por completo. Eu perdi a minha mãezinha… e junto com ela, eu perdi um pedaço de mim que nunca mais voltou a ser o mesmo. Tem um vazio que não se explica. Uma saudade que não passa. Uma falta que aparece nos detalhes mais simples… e que me lembra, todos os dias, que nada mais é como antes. E como se não bastasse… eu também vivi a dor de ver quem eu amo lutando. Meu irmão… lutando contra aquela doen...
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