La ceramica si rompe, fa subito mostra dei suoi cocci rotti. Il legno no, finché può nasconde, si lascia torturare ma non confessa. Io sono di legno. | 23, Italy.
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SEX IS NOT THE ONLY TIME YOU SHOULD FEEL LOVED, A REMINDER
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i think love is about finding people to be in the kitchen with
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