
In my footsteps in the shadows of people I smile secretly. A secret companion weighs my hours. It touches the wound of a battle that will not be peace or quiet. A real breath surrounds my dreams in a memory that does not punish the oblivion.


In my footsteps in the shadows of people I smile secretly. A secret companion weighs my hours. It touches the wound of a battle that will not be peace or quiet. A real breath surrounds my dreams in a memory that does not punish the oblivion.
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