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(Only works for amazon.de at the moment)
... because if you get to Amazon via Bellatristica, we get up to 10% of the value of your shopping cart, without making it cost more.
The same thing works from everywhere on Belle, no matter if it's a book recommendation in our Blog or an Amazon link in a profile.
Everything we earn this way, will be added to Belletristia's development budget.
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- Old Memories
Leaves on the Ground,
Winds getting colder,
Days getting shorter.
It was supposed to be a beautiful time,
A time where colours and the last sunshine rays shine.
It was supposed to be cozy and warm,
But no one was there to warn.
Heavy rain Pouring,
The coldest wind howling,
The dark sky scowling.
A house supposed to keep me safe and warm,
Keep away the dark hands of the storm.
But as warm and safe the house was,
It couldn't keep away my own raging wars.
Felt full of hope,
Hoped to leave the pain,
Leave my madness behind,
Behind I should have leaved my shattering mind.
All I felt suddenly left,
Away was anger,
Away was lonliness,
What was left was fear and my darkest emptiness.
It started with day on,
And yet another six were to come.
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