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começando a achar que não vou encontrar o amor da minha vida no tinder
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primeiro de outubro respondendo must the season of the witch pra tudo que me falam
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8am me peguei sentado num tapete explicando a lore inteira da ethel cain pros meus amigos e todo mundo em choque
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You are never lost in the woods— you have walked in the dapple for too long to truly lose the way. Look to the moss-jowl oaks and you will find familiar faces grinning back, names you almost know. And the ivy slithers as it always has, as foreign-familiar in its formula as a phrase spoken into garble. You might forget, but the rumble of thunder knows the way as it climbs inside your lungs to shake once more. There is no place for certainty when wandering in the woods-- but step where other beasts have stepped, and you will walk assured.
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