Title: Valgfritt

Text: I escaped from the routine to be the pilot in my voyage because the cube in which I lived became a purgatory. I was an object waiting to become ash, one day I decided to listen to the breeze. To go, falling behind your shirt. Nobody convinced me, your smile convinced me. And I went after you, perusing an instinct. If you want a true change, then change the way you walk. I'm going to escape to the nearest constellation, luck is my oxygen, and your eyes are my window. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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