I think that history begins since I was very little.I was once with my father in the hospital and saw a black, well-dressed, must have been a student. And my father tells me, you see him, if you run the blood from his hand, and if you run the blood from your hand, you will come out the same color, so you are exactly the same. By that age, I wanted to adopt a black child, I don't know, an inexplicable desire, still want it.That's one reason to chose, so I decided every day to tell and a reason, agrees;Now.. your smile to brighten ... my dreams fly alone with your thoughts ... my soul gets hot to look ... Thank you that you are beside me. ..
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