Dear Shoon,
your Spanish nightingale doesn't feel like singing today. Somebody's thrown her red rose to the mud. It seems there's indeed no more place for roses in this world.
Dear friends,
some of you don't know what makes me write this, but it doesn't matter. I just wanted to thank you all for following this blog, for accepting me the way I am and for not judging me. It means the world to me.
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your Spanish nightingale doesn't feel like singing today. Somebody's thrown her red rose to the mud. It seems there's indeed no more place for roses in this world.
Dear friends,
some of you don't know what makes me write this, but it doesn't matter. I just wanted to thank you all for following this blog, for accepting me the way I am and for not judging me. It means the world to me.
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