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A gente sabe tão pouco do amor. A avó dizia sempre não tenho preferidos. Não tenho preferidos, mas de todos é dela quem mais gosto. Dela, essa sua capacidade de amar para além de si mesma, digo.
Beijos aí. Saudades, estúpida.
m | 4:51 PM
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6.8.07
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No banco de trás
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I like the peace In the backseat I don't have to drive I don't have to speak I can watch the countryside And i can fall asleep
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My family tree's Losing all it's leaves Crashing towards the driver's seat The lightning bolt had enough heat To melt the street beneath your feet
My family tree's Losing all it's leaves Crashing towards the driver's seat The lightning bolt had enough heat To melt the street beneath your feet
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Alice died In the night I've been learning to drive My whole life My whole life I've been learning
Alice died In the night I've been learning to drive My whole life My whole life I've been learning
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sofia clara | 11:31 AM
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