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I'm not here / This isn't happening
C :may::hakimheart:

We didn't need a story, we didn't need a real world
We just had to keep walking
And we became the stories, we became the places
We were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds
We were you before you even existed
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Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I
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Run, rabbit, run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
When, at last, the work is done
Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one
Long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
Balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave
Dylan Thomas, 1947
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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In the deepest ocean
The bottom of the sea
Your eyes
They turn me

Why should I stay here?
Why should I stay?

I'd be crazy not to follow
Follow where you lead
Your eyes
They turn me

Turn me on to phantoms (way out)
I follow to the edge of the Earth (way out, way out)
And fall off
Yeah, everybody leaves (way out)
If they get the chance (way out)
And this is my chance (way out)

I get eaten by the worms
And weird fishes
Picked over by the worms
And weird fishes
Weird fishes
Weird fishes

I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape

I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
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jigs 17 дек. 2024 г. в 11:00 
Esse "c" da bio é o quê? C de cabra ou C de cederes a tua boca para as minhas bolas?
Jamaica デ ︻ ₳ 4 фев. 2023 г. в 19:08 
TUGA XITOLHO
arroz 2 июн. 2022 г. в 13:43 
Signed by arrozdoce (: 🍚
Pâncona 24 мая. 2022 г. в 11:20 
odeio pretos e ciganos
Pâncona 2 мая. 2022 г. в 15:40 
cao
Pai dos Bloods 27 апр. 2022 г. в 10:54 
➜."Pai nosso do Counter-Strike"
➪ Cs nosso que estais na lan
➪ Santificada seja a vossa AK
➪ Venha a nós a vossa Colt
➪ Sejam salvos os nossos rounds
➪ Assim no nuke como no train
➪ O kevlar nosso de cada dia nos protegei hoje
➪ Perdoai as nossas bombas não defusadas
➪ Assim como nós perdoamos a quem as tenha defusado |
➪ E não deixai ficar-nos flashados
➪ Mas livrai-nos do filha da Puta do ping alto...
➪ AMENNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! .|.