Child's EyesTimore. The child hides, alone, dreading the hours that are to follow.Child's Eyes
Nervoso. She crouches, her body taught. She clenches her teeth, refusing to submit to her emotions, yet unable to control her instincts.
Ansia. Her stomach flutters as she waits, her hands tremble. Her breath is shallow as she wipes sweat from her face. What if?
Orgoglio. She looks up; her prematurely hardened mind takes in everything. She will never let them break her.
Resistenza. She stands, her feet wide apart as she stares straight ahead. She blinks slowly, folds her arms. So what?
Alimentazione. She sp
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CaRpE_DiEm
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CaRpE_DiEm
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Dude 1: Hey, I had Opium for breakfast!
Dude 2: OPIUM?! FOR BREAKFAST?!
Dude 1: Not real Opium! Opium Puff Cereal!
All together now!: It's Opium, for breakfast!
me wonder why i didnot have such an idea before especially
that a power cut happens everyday in Lebanon
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"If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten."
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Reset it all.
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