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  • Revenge

    #16471
    Salmone.

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    • anonima01

      #16472
      morte

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      • Novembre
        Cynical person
        • 12/04/06
        • 7928

        #16473
        Sacrificio.
        "Nulla si conosce interamente finché non vi si è girato tutt'attorno per arrivare al medesimo punto provenendo dalla parte opposta."
        Arthur Schopenhauer

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        • Kyra
          Disappointed Idealist
          • 24/10/05
          • 22455

          #16474
          Compensazione.
          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.

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          • Ailis
            Banana
            • 06/05/05
            • 5301

            #16475
            stipendio
            "Nulla si sa, tutto si immagina"
            Federico Fellini

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            • Novembre
              Cynical person
              • 12/04/06
              • 7928

              #16476
              Solidità.
              "Nulla si conosce interamente finché non vi si è girato tutt'attorno per arrivare al medesimo punto provenendo dalla parte opposta."
              Arthur Schopenhauer

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              • Jessica*
                Opinionista
                • 21/11/08
                • 172

                #16477
                forza
                ..and when we meet which i'm sure we will
                all that was then will be there still
                i'll let it pass and hold my tongue
                and you will think that i've moved on..

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                • Kyra
                  Disappointed Idealist
                  • 24/10/05
                  • 22455

                  #16478
                  Millantare.
                  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.

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                  • Revenge

                    #16479
                    Vanagloria.

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                    • _Lamia_
                      Opinionista
                      • 06/04/07
                      • 4629

                      #16480
                      Superbia.

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                      • Revenge

                        #16481
                        Comune.

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                        • _Lamia_
                          Opinionista
                          • 06/04/07
                          • 4629

                          #16482
                          Male.

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                          • Revenge

                            #16483
                            Necessario.

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                            • _Lamia_
                              Opinionista
                              • 06/04/07
                              • 4629

                              #16484
                              Vitale.

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                              • Kyra
                                Disappointed Idealist
                                • 24/10/05
                                • 22455

                                #16485
                                Parte.
                                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.

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