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Reflections, Poems and Verses. What a weird question to ask right? This is a question one reserves within the bounds of a philosophy class, very seldom outside of it. But for me, things went on a little different path. The question was no longer just a question. It was not something that I could leave behind inside the four walls of a classroom. What is the purpose of living? The s.
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The site had the following in the homepage, "There is a beauty before me." I noticed that the web site stated " Though I know not if other eyes can see." They also stated " But in my heart, deeply, deeply. I pray, in those eyes this beauty is seen. A beauty so great that its sight breaks ones heart. For it is too much, too much for one heart to bear,. A bliss so great that it conjures despair,. A sweetness so pure that it invites her bitter pair. She permeates all, she does not choose. From the tarred streets to the dancing trees."ANALYZE MORE BUSINESSES
Slt je vais vous montrer mes pote et un pe de ma famile ect.
Sαluu , moi cest roxαnne . Abonne-toi à mon blog! Jαii completement changé mon blogg . Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.
Abonne-toi à mon blog! Presque 15 ansderriére moi. Youhou vive le blabla habituel. Non, juste un peu .
Quinta-feira, 15 de março de 2012. Quando eu era criança, pensava que o mundo era muito pequeno, e que sendo astronauta eu poderia dominá-lo. Na adolescência o mundo foi ficando maior e eu me perdia todo santo dia. Quando me tornei adulto parei de usar cadernos com pautas. Feito uma aranha, subo vago pelas paredes e não encontro nada que me mantenha no lugar. E perco-me sempre que me acho.
Mes Piix a Moii 3.