★   BΘB  MΛRLЄY      _\l/_
Autor: ზ   「 Stephanie R.   ™ 」 | Publicado: 2011-09-17T08:20:00-07:00

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&nbsp;Sozinho, meu pensamento focaliza em alguém. Deixo-o livre, e de repente  meu coração aperta. Mas não estou triste, pelo contrário, deixo escapar      um sorriso. Comer não me parece tão importante, agora me sinto  alimentado por outra coisa. Acordo sempre com os mesmos pensamentos, e  os mesmos me impulsionam a ter um grande dia. Quando te vejo sinto  coisas estranhas, mas boas. Quando falo com você minha cabeça pensa    direito, mas minhas palavras saem embaralhadas, e minhas mãos ficam    suando. Meu pensamento focaliza alguém, esse alguém é você. É, estou  amando.


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Dificil não é lutar por aquilo que se quer, e sim desistir daquilo que se mais ama.
Eu desisti. Mas não pense que foi por não ter coragem de lutar, e sim por não ter mais condições de sofrer 
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&nbsp;As Vezes construímos sonhos em cima de grandes pessoas... O tempo  passa... e descobrimos que grandes mesmo eram os sonhos e as pessoas  pequenas demais para torná-los reais!

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&nbsp;É melhor atirar-se à luta em busca de dias melhores, mesmo correndo o  risco de perder tudo, do que permanecer estático, como os pobres de  espírito, que não lutam, mas também não vencem, que não conhecem a dor  da derrota, nem a glória de ressurgir dos escombros. Esses pobres de  espírito, ao final de sua jornada na Terra não agradecem a Deus por  terem vivido, mas desculpam-se perante Ele, por terem apenas passado  pela vida.

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Para que levar a vida tão a sério, se a vida é uma alucinante aventura da qual jamais sairemos vivos.
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Se Deus criou as pessoas para amar, e as coisas para cuidar. Por que amamos as coisas e usamos as pessoas!




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Não cruze os braços diante de uma dificuldade, pois o maior homem do mundo morreu de braços abertos!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 

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&nbsp;Queria ser um baseado 
Para nascer em seus dedos, morrer em seus lábios, 
E fazer sua cabeça




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Os homens 
pensam que possuem uma mente, 
mas é a mente que os possui
Há pessoas que amam o poder, 
e outras 
que tem o poder de amar








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Eu gosto do impossível, tenho medo do provável, dou risada do ridículo e  choro porque tenho vontade, mas nem sempre tenho motivo.
Tenho um sorriso confiante que as vezes não demonstra o tanto de insegurança por trás dele.
Sou inconstante e talvez imprevisível.
Não gosto de rotina. Eu amo de verdade aqueles pra quem eu digo isso, e  me irrito de forma inexplicável quando não botam fé nas minhas palavras.
Nem sempre coloco em prática aquilo que eu julgo certo.
São poucas as pessoas pra quem eu me explico...




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Meu dia-dia é mais tranquilo até o momento em que minha cabeça me leva  até você. Minha cabeça me trai, o coração aperta, a atenção esvanece o  frio na barriga... Com tantos sintomas a saudade até parece doença, mas  sei que a cura é a sua presença... 
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Deus me enviou à terra com uma missão. Só Ele pode me deter, os homens nunca poderão.



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Se choras por não ter visto o pôr do Sol, as lágrimas não te deixarão ver as estrelas.


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Seja humilde, pois, até o sol com toda sua grandeza se põe e deixa a lua brilhar.


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&nbsp;Sozinho, meu pensamento focaliza em alguém. Deixo-o livre, e de repente  meu coração aperta. Mas não estou triste, pelo contrário, deixo escapar  um sorriso. Comer não me parece tão importante, agora me sinto  alimentado por outra coisa. Acordo sempre com os mesmos pensamentos, e  os mesmos me impulsionam a ter um grande dia. Quando te vejo sinto  coisas estranhas, mas boas. Quando falo com você minha cabeça pensa  direito, mas minhas palavras saem embaralhadas, e minhas mãos ficam  suando. Meu pensamento focaliza alguém, esse alguém é você. É, estou  amando.




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