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dziwnie wraca sie do miejsc, w których kiedyś było inaczej...
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Przepraszam, mam zły dzień od kilku dni..
Nie myślcie, że jestem nieszczęśliwy.
Cieszę się, że myślę.
Myślcie, że się cieszę
— M. Białoszewski
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znów mam poczucie totalnego bezsensu...
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miedzy literą "R" a literą "U" na klawiaturze jest najpiękniejszy człowiek świata.
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nie oceniaj mnie, bo znasz tylko moje imię- nie historię.
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wszystko czego pragniesz jest po drugiej stronie strachu...
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Dear God. What is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.
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Here's to all the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble makers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do, is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race foward. Maybe they have to be crazy. Because the ones who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
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When I was a kid I had an imaginary friend. The Raggedy Doctor. My Raggedy Doctor. But he wasn't imaginary. He was real. I remember you. I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home too. Raggedy Man, I remember you and you are late for my wedding! I found you. I found you with words like you knew I would. That's why you told me the story. The brand new ancient blue box. Oh clever. Very clever. Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue.
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ι've clιмвed тнe мoυтaιn, ιve croѕѕed тнe rιver, and ι'м alмoѕт тнere.
ι'м alмoѕт тнere.
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When I was a kid, I made friends with the monster under my bed.
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