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Maybe in the end, we don't need to care about our roses. But the time we spend with them before they're gone. [AU! Divergent/The Fault in Our Stars]
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SocialSpirit /Spotify/Tumblr Eu não sinto a plenitude por entre arquivos e demorados estudos. Talvez só preenchessem meu tempo e fizessem...
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