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Morbida.
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Ripetitivo."Nulla si conosce interamente finché non vi si è girato tutt'attorno per arrivare al medesimo punto provenendo dalla parte opposta."
Arthur SchopenhauerComment
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Infestata.I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.Comment
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ContagiosoComment
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Rossa."Nulla si conosce interamente finché non vi si è girato tutt'attorno per arrivare al medesimo punto provenendo dalla parte opposta."
Arthur SchopenhauerComment
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Sofisticata.Comment
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Complicata.Comment
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Tatuata."Nulla si conosce interamente finché non vi si è girato tutt'attorno per arrivare al medesimo punto provenendo dalla parte opposta."
Arthur SchopenhauerComment
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Concisa.ουδὲ τεθνάσι θανόντεςComment
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Irremovibile.Comment
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Testarda.I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.Comment
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arrabbiato<<Life can't be infinite, Only pain is eternal >>
<<I wonder if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs.
Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.>>
You aren't weak...but you have weaknesses.
I know I'm one of them...Comment
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Nippofila.I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.Comment
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scontato<<Life can't be infinite, Only pain is eternal >>
<<I wonder if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs.
Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.>>
You aren't weak...but you have weaknesses.
I know I'm one of them...Comment
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Rognosa.I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.Comment
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