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Outra história das amargas pilulas do destino . Reblogged 2 years ago from zinosho Originally from momsensrebellion. Reblogged 2 years ago from zinosho Originally from ellamorte. Reblogged 2 years ago from zinosho Originally from 40licks. Eu mudo. Tu mudas. Hellip; E NÓS NÃO NOS CONHECEMOS MAIS. Posted 2 years ago. Reblogged 2 years ago from zinosho Originally from amarga-metade. Um dia, um belo dia, eu vou te fazer falta, e quando esse dia chegar, eu não vou sentir mais nada. Posted 2 years ago.

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Outra história das amargas pilulas do destino . Reblogged 2 years ago from zinosho Originally from momsensrebellion. Reblogged 2 years ago from zinosho Originally from ellamorte. Reblogged 2 years ago from zinosho Originally from 40licks. Eu mudo. Tu mudas. Hellip; E NÓS NÃO NOS CONHECEMOS MAIS. Posted 2 years ago. Reblogged 2 years ago from zinosho Originally from amarga-metade. Um dia, um belo dia, eu vou te fazer falta, e quando esse dia chegar, eu não vou sentir mais nada. Posted 2 years ago.

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