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I would often get called out for being too polite, for being too self conscious, for putting myself in risk whilst other get off easily. With years I've changed for better and mostly for worse, with time passing by, my so pure self was damaged, I turned to be more brute and less patient, more straight and less enjoyable. But when I dream, oh my, you see I built worlds, beautiful flowery small streets, a wide dark blue Atlantic Ocean, a good old fashioned freshly made in my right hand and cigar on my left, mesmerising the view right in front of me. But this isn't the book for that, this book contains secret stories of my own, secret feelings I never shared, words I never dared to say out loud. It ain't fictional, is thoughtful and true in my own perspective. Now as you read these small proses and poems I would like you to imagine those words, those feelings and relate to them in any form possible. It's a short book, with short words and short length, but with a strong meaning for me and, perhaps, even for you. ____________________________________________ All rights reserved. No part pf this book (prose/poems) may be reproduced or transmitted in any means or any electronic means, including information storage or retrieval systems or otherwise, without the legal permission of the copyright holder. The moral rights of the author are asserted.