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no chodź, zatrzymamy wszystkim dech w piersiach.
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Uczyłam się wszystkich dróg do Ciebie, by teraz uczyć się jak je omijać…
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Z czasem stanę się bardziej obojętna od Ciebie, wierzę w to.
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Imitacja radości nigdy nie wyjdzie naturalnie.
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co noc gryzę usta, by nie krzyczeć z bólu istnienia bez Ciebie...
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To właśnie on był autorem każdego mojego uśmiechu...
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abrakadabra. bo podobno czaruje. albo jestem czarująca. jakoś tak.
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I zanim wytnę Cię ze zdjęć, posprzątam pokój z Twoich słów...
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I don't like people, they fuck me up.
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When I was a kid I believed everything I was told, everything I read, and every dispatch sent out by my own overheated imagination. This made for more than a few sleepless nights, but it also filled the world I lived in with colors and textures I would not have traded for a lifetime of restful nights.
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Maybe there aren't any such things as good or bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.
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the fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists
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