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os marshmallows não têm consistência: Broken Arrow by The Script (Lyrics)
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Os marshmallows não têm consistência. A vida de uma estudante de veterinária, deslocada de casa e perdida no mundo. Sábado, 1 de junho de 2013. Broken Arrow by The Script (Lyrics). This time she's gonna get real, love the skin she's in. She says a winner never quits, quitters never win. She said this time that she is built to face anything. Enviar a mensagem por e-mail. Dê a sua opinião! Musica para o corpo musica para a alma. Subscrever: Enviar comentários (Atom). Broken Arrow by The Script (Lyrics).
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(Un)Holy Confessions: Março 2010
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You must not think me necessarily foolish because I am facetious, nor will I consider you necessarily wise because you are grave. Porque será que nos recusamos a ver a verdade mesmo quando ela está à nossa frente? Seremos tão egoístas que apenas desejamos ver aquilo que queremos, ignorando tudo o resto? Enviar a mensagem por e-mail. Dê a sua opinião! How long until you notice me? Until I'm no longer invisible? Until I'm no longer unheard? Until I find thee courage to be me? Until you believe me? Well I h...
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(Un)Holy Confessions: fate
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You must not think me necessarily foolish because I am facetious, nor will I consider you necessarily wise because you are grave. I hate that word. Every time something bad happens "it was meant to happen". It steals away any achievement. Every time something good happens "the fates were kind to bless us". We never do a thing, we're just mere puppets dangling from the strings of fate. But i guess i did have to pay for my father's sins. From where i stand, death sounds like an easy punishment. I no longer...
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(Un)Holy Confessions: Março 2012
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You must not think me necessarily foolish because I am facetious, nor will I consider you necessarily wise because you are grave. Enviar a mensagem por e-mail. Dê a sua opinião! Its cold. My first impression is of how cold it is. It wasnt like this before, was it? I certainly dont remember it being so cold before. But then again, I wasnt really paying attention - the cold, the warmth, it never really matters does it? Not when were not alone anyway. Miss, you need to calm down. Enviar a mensagem por e-mail.
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(Un)Holy Confessions
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You must not think me necessarily foolish because I am facetious, nor will I consider you necessarily wise because you are grave. Nunca é assim tão fácil, não é? Isto tudo. a vida. Sei lá. Viraste-te para a filosofia outra vez foi? E tu és uma grande ajuda, para variar. Deixa-te disso. Não podes simplesmente ficar contente por as coisas estarem a correr bem por uma vez? Mas esse é que é o grande problema, ó atrasado! As coisas nunca correm bem. Bem, estão a correr agora. Oh Espera- - AU! Dê a sua opinião!
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(Un)Holy Confessions: reminiscing, pt. 2
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You must not think me necessarily foolish because I am facetious, nor will I consider you necessarily wise because you are grave. Reminiscing, pt. 2. But like I said, I was jealous. My own feelings were painting a different picture than what really was there, and I actually believed it. But what would you have me do? You love her don't you? How could I know? I chucked a piece of bread at his head and scowled. That only fueled him, unfortunately. He continued, much lower, and the other students returned t...
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(Un)Holy Confessions: babblings
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You must not think me necessarily foolish because I am facetious, nor will I consider you necessarily wise because you are grave. Damn it woman, you're a butcher! You are very much welcome. Now stop squirming or I'll end up hurting you even more. Seriously, you guys are supposed to be fearless, and yet here you are, squealing like a little girl. I am NOT - - ow ow ow OW! You truly are heartless, I don't know what he sees in you. Who sees what in me? Please be kind enough to remember who is treating you.
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