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O ódio cresce como erva daninha

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O ódio cresce como erva daninha 

 

 

Sussurros tornaram-se gritos, olhares rasgaram laços. O ódio cresceu, disfarçado entre desconfianças, invadindo corações como erva daninha, sufocando bondade. Quando tentou arrancá-lo, era tarde demais, as raízes profundas deixaram cicatrizes onde outrora floresciam afectos.

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