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They said that after sliding the razor on my body, nothing will be the same. "It turns your lemons into raisins," said a man with a grin. The one said: No one likes a scar. But who knows what fate will do for us . Sometimes light comes out of our wounds Sometimes love, sometimes hope... Just caress them with a golden touch.
They said that after sliding the razor on my body, nothing will be the same. "It turns your lemons into raisins," said a man with a grin. The one said: No one likes a scar. But who knows what fate will do for us . Sometimes light comes out of our wounds Sometimes love, sometimes hope... Just caress them with a golden touch.