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Mar 17
I walked among the old trees
hearing the rustling of the dried leaves
feeling my feet sinking lightly into the mushy earth
while around me the wind was playing a song
and by the river the water meandered in it's shallow bed
In the middle of all this, there was me
so young in a much older world
and when my truths were washed away
I knew the fears I had were no more
Pedro Vialle
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Pedro Vialle  20/M/Brazil
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