Michaela Coman

Eu nu contest idealurile, îmi pun mănuşi atunci când mă apropii de ele...

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There is a time when your reality becomes an alternative. So you are lost in your own disturbed existence. You walk through all the memories, trying to capture the last piece of evidence from your being, but there is just dust. Everything becomes lost in the shadows of past and the present can’t be healed. You are drowning with these elements that makes your life and you don’t know when it’s going to end. That’s why some people are not swimmers, they are just being placed between floating or drowning. The only thing that doesn’t change is the water, summing up all the dead souls inside of us.

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