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And the grass was misty, and they just waked up, the night of their lifes. Two strangers full of morning water, looking directly in their eyes knowing, that was their last moment together.
love is like tasting a lemonade, sweet but with a bitter essence, when you kiss its like eating chocolate, sweet soft and delicious and when someone hurts you its like eating raw brocoli hard, tasteless and you really know this its not the way brocoli should tase like
Your voice for me its like an instrumental song, one of the ones witch you can float, swim in the deep of your mind and feel like nothing matters.
I cant conceal that you dont love me, you might but i'm not sure, i wish but cant tell, i know i'm pretty, pretty good for you, but, there is always a but! well, i want you to get to know me, i want to know you, why don´t you just talk to me and make everything easier for both, lets do this no matter what, at the end you know, we can still be friends
every single moment i'm in the sky enjoying every art, everytime i'm near you, see you, thi feeling makes me hover... feeling so free so me!
She was distinguished for being alone all the time, the people considered weird, but what they didn’t know all what she needed was attention just, someone to talk to.
they were the best days ever, nobody knew ech other from before, but somehow they became like a family, a smal familly that will always be in my heart
all the places, all our adventures each single song will be in a big part of my memory, that camp, that place from far far away, or at least it seemed like that
My specie is supposed to be extinct, but dont tell anyone, i'm living under water waiting for the time to come, the time in where i will come again to earth, the time in wich everithing is comming back to the begining, i'm waiting for humans to destroy themselves
yoand you were standing there wearing this bandana which keep your hair all together away from your face, the face which i fall in love with, the face that y will never forget
Lots of colors surrounding me, they are buring me inside like burning myself watching them, but theres something in them that makes me watch them again and again, it just feels so good, this lights, this colors like they have to tell something so brilliant so shining, so glowing, perfect; Flourecent
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