again and again and again, schöner Track zu einem liebevollen Spiel
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[8:45 PM] WhineTraube: Ich gucke keine twitchhoes
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[8:45 PM] WhineTraube: Ich gucke keine twitchhoes
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[8:45 PM] WhineTraube: Ich gucke keine twitchhoes
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eventually there comes a point where it's like the true test for your team - will he cast a spell or will he not
- Artour Babaev
Und wenn beide dann nicht mehr stacken und der einer 6k Boi, der vorher 4k war, mit einem anderen 4k Boi spielt, dann ist er nicht mehr 6k, weil er reverse trägert, oder?
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nach so vielen Jahren wiederentdeckt, was 1 Kunstwerk -
love inside of me
another kind of life
standing on the ice
where are you now?
open my eyes
for the final time
for the final timeIt is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give. -
[8:45 PM] WhineTraube: Ich gucke keine twitchhoes
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[8:45 PM] WhineTraube: Ich gucke keine twitchhoes
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and combined with this image of what we should be doing there comes the inability to read or appreciate anybody who does something entirely different.
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scheiß verfickter banger
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[8:45 PM] WhineTraube: Ich gucke keine twitchhoes
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samstag deep house groove
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[8:45 PM] WhineTraube: Ich gucke keine twitchhoes
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[8:45 PM] WhineTraube: Ich gucke keine twitchhoes
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[8:45 PM] WhineTraube: Ich gucke keine twitchhoes
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It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
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