Rogues have all fools as their admirers, whose number is infinite.
The hurt in a heart is the harbinger of a more evil seed that exists, hatred. And germinated hatred needs the food that is revenge. Remember who feeds...
ameidaademir
The kiss, friend, is the eve of spit, The hand that strokes is the same one that stones.
Augusto dos Anjos
The victor is not the one who wins, but the one who rises up in the face of defeat. (J. Talbot) The hardest victory is knowing how to lose. The person who loses and doesn't get discouraged...
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soundless whisper where we remember what we never knew
Guimarães Rosa
"My mess lives in here, thoughts come and go, I never know where it ended up! But one thing I can say: I don't stop! I lose my way, I scrape my knee...
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