

historia pewnej miloscinie jestem czyms lepszym by oceniac ludzi nie jestem kims kogo grzech nie brudzi kazdego dnia zmagam sie z zyciem urozmaicam sobie je paleniem i piciem bo tak przynajmniej na chwile zapomne chociaz w pijackim widzie zawsze o tobie wspomnehistoria pewnej milosci
o mym uczuciu oddaniu tesknocie o milosci opartej na glupocie o przyjazni jakich wiele wybaczcie moi przyjaciele lecz czego bym nie zrobila
nie zapomne nie zabije uczuca ktore sie zrodzilo brakuje mi ciebie w kazdym momencie ktos moze powiedziec ze to umyslu pierdolniecie jesli cos by sie stalo
oddala bym swoja dusze
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And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet
William Blake
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And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet
William Blake
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And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet
William Blake
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And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet
William Blake
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And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet
William Blake
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The world is a mess and I just... need to rule it.
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And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet
William Blake
Thank you so much for all the newest fav' !
Emmanuel
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"The photography acquires a little of dignity which misses her when it stops being a reproduction of the reality and shows us things which do not exist any more." Marcel Proust
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And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet
William Blake
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And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet
William Blake
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