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Milkshakes and family around the TV screen on every Thursday night To watch a show about death and crimes
1 hour 48 min ago
Von Stanley Collymore Wir waren alle von uns - ohne Rücksprache seitens
1 hour 53 min ago
You grow a little bit number every year. You grow a little bit more tired every year (are you alright?).
4 hours 54 min ago
Heart lightens when the body grows lighter Songs of praise drip from honey lips
6 hours 24 min ago
As a kid, I thought life would be easy But sometimes it can be very rough
7 hours 6 min ago
I’m grown I gotta live life on my own I have my own house
7 hours 15 min ago
My aspirations were like grand constellations Plucking one dream after the next
7 hours 16 min ago
It is not their pain or gain If you ever fail You need not be low For the soul has no growth
7 hours 31 min ago