Quero voltar a ser ativo nessa rede social apรณs um perรญodo sumido, e como o bom e velho extrovertido que sou, sempre irei prezar por aqueles que desejem interagir, serem prรณximos ou criar algum tipo de laรงo.
Entรฃo preciso ver o que irei fazer.
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Good morning, Upper East Side! How you doing today?
Entrar aqui estรก me dando uma certa agonia, meu alcance รฉ inexistente, entรฃo nรฃo sei qual a melhor opรงรฃo se fico ou dou moved para uma conta nova, sugestรตes, meus caros?
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It's strange to meet people i once loved so much again, life really does go on, but there's an emptiness that insists on stayingโthe emptiness of all the loves that didn't fully come to fruition.
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Crossing paths with them again and realizing that some wounds haven't healed as I imaginedโฆ it's a difficult feeling to explain.
Today, all I can do is observe the melancholy of the stories I lived, but which never had a future.
I carry the feeling of always being in transit, even when I stay, it's strange to realize that the world remains the same, but I no longer know where I fit into it.
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Honestly? It seems like there's no place for me anymore, not in the landscapes, not in the people, not in the memories that once sheltered me, everything that was once home now sounds distant, as if it has faded with time.
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