A Stupid, Desperate Boy Who Wallows In Self-pity, Blaming His Friends For Leaving Him. I Know You, [...],
A stupid, desperate boy who wallows in self-pity, blaming his friends for leaving him. I know you, [...], though you may not know yourself. You left them. And you'd do it again.
So go, [...] run home, or starve in the Blight. It doesn't matter to me, because you don't matter. Just spare me the misery of your company.
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Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "August," featured in White Pine: Poems & Prose Poems
She's been many places with men of many faces First, they're off to the races and she's laughing drawing aces But none of it is changing that the chariot is waiting Hearts are hers for the breaking There's escape in escaping
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The Breakfast Club (1985) dir. John Hughes
que PORRA de conexão é essa vsf
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