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cisza przyjacielu, rozdziela bardziej niż przestrzeń. cisza przyjacielu nie przynosi słów, cisza zabija nawet myśli
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choćby człowiek byl nie wiadomo jak dzielny, czasami czuje sie bardzo samotny
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And it's killin' me when you're away, I wanna leave and I wanna stay.
I'm so confused, So hard to choose.
Between the pleasure and the pain
And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right.
Even if I try to win the fight, my heart would overrule my mind.
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Kwiatki, kokardki, sukieneczki i ten ciagly usmiech na twarzy... tak to Ty. Jestes bardzo subtelna kobieta. Umiesz byc zmyslowa i rozpalic faceta, ale nigdy nie odwazylabys sie pokazac swojej drapieznej strony publicznie. Zalezy Ci na dobrym slowie. Czego mozna byc pewnym? Ze nie przyjdziesz na impreze w lateksowym ciuszku i kozakach po pas... coz przynajmniej nie bedziesz wygladac jak te z sexshopu. Twoj usmiech jest jak slonce... ale pamietaj, ze i od niego mozna dostac udaru.
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DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love. again :)
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Jeżeli w ciągu 20 sekund, z których
zostało Ci już 15, a teraz już tylko 10,
nie napiszesz mi czegoś słodkiego -
wisisz mi 1000 całusów...
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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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I don't want Church to be like all those dead pets! I don't want Church to ever be dead! He's my cat! He's not God's cat! Let God have His own cat! Let God have all the damn old cats He wants, and kill them all! Church is mine!
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