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 Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:08 pm
Death Side Rylow Death Side Rylow the_litle_bunny Rylow *se una a picar levemente a Death* rylow, si vienes tu a molestarlo, bueno mejor te echas para alla >o> esta herido ninja
pero bueno
*se retira con las manos en los bolsillos*que qusistes decir con eso? tu no me conoces dejame solo
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:09 pm
poes los amigos estan por las buenas y por las malas asi que
*le pika a deth*
queres gaieta? nwn?
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:10 pm
Avalon Salkia ZweetChocolate Avalon Salkia ZweetChocolate Rylow the_litle_bunny ninja se come un chocolatito ninja
Porque todos me quieren comer
*sniff sniff*
porque no podemos ser todos amiguitos y jugar y comer caramelos y leer cuentos????
El mudo seria mas bonito si todo fuera ROSA
heart 4laugh
Osea~ le falta PINK!!!
y Grim please!!! no me aplastes porque arruinas mi peinado ...
Porcierto galletitas para todos mis amiguitos hermosos del club
4laugh
*saca galletitas en un lindo platon rosa*
Siiiiiii todo rosa!!!!! 4laugh heart heart heart heart
hola mony!!!! whee
- LOS QUIERO A TODOS -
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:10 pm
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
And the tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
And in my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
And I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very... mad world... mad world...
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very... mad world... mad world...
Mad World
Mad World
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/adam_lambert/#share
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:12 pm
stare luego dice quien es quien ninja
poes, como no queres hacer caso ...
*se va a sentar cerca de la piscina, mojandose sus pies*
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:14 pm
no entendi nada de nada d k tanto me he eprdido
en k momento se volvio emo death???
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:14 pm
hace unos minutos creiendo que todo el mundo lo desprecia >o>
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:15 pm
the_litle_bunny stare luego dice quien es quien ninja poes, como no queres hacer caso ... *se va a sentar cerca de la piscina, mojandose sus pies* la picina, cuanto hermosos recuerdos sobre lo fugaz que a sido mi vida
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:15 pm
Mika ~ We Are GOLDEN
heart heart heart heart heart heart heart
Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a damn about the family you come from?
No givin up when you’re young and you want some
Running around again
(Running around again)
Running from running
Waking up in the midday sun
What’s to live for?
You could see what I’ve done
Staring at emotion
In the light of day
I was running from the things that you’d say
We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden.
(We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden)
Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a damn about the family you come from?
No giving up when you’re young and you want some
Running around again
(Running around again)
Running from running
(repeat)
I was a boy at an open door
Why you staring
Do you still think that you know?
Looking for treasure
In the things that you threw
Like a magpie
I live for glitter, not you
We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden
(We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden)
Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a damn about the family you come from?
No giving up when you’re young and you want some
Now I’m sitting alone
I’m finally looking around
Left here on my own
I’m gonna hurt myself
Maybe losing my mind
I’m still wondering why
Had to let the world let it bleed me dry
We are not what you think we are
We are not what you think we are
We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden
Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a damn about the family you come from?
No giving up when you’re young and you want some
Running around again
(Running around again)
Running from running
(repeat)
We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEhutIEUq8k
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:17 pm
Death Side the_litle_bunny stare luego dice quien es quien ninja poes, como no queres hacer caso ... *se va a sentar cerca de la piscina, mojandose sus pies* la picina, cuanto hermosos recuerdos sobre lo fugaz que a sido mi vida sigue en la piscina ninja se me antoja meterme ninja
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:18 pm
me siento romantikon asi k ponbdre un poema
para ella /txus
Quien es el dueño de un beso?
¿Quién lo regala? O ¿los labios que lo reciben?
¿Quien es el dueño de una mirada?
¿Quién deja escapar frases y abrazos con sus ojos?
O ¿quien es acariciado por ellos?
¿A quien pertenece un sueño?
¿A quien lo busca toda su vida
aun sin apenas llegar a tocarlo?
O ¿Quien lo pose?
Y sin embargo lo mima alimenta y vive de el.
Yo solo soy dueño de una herida,
La que deja tu ausencia,
La que sangra por dentro.
Y la que solo cura tu presencia.
De todo lo demás soy esclavo
De tu mirada, tú riza, tus besos…
…y de ti, que eres mi sueño
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:19 pm
Grim yark no entendi nada de nada d k tanto me he eprdido en k momento se volvio emo death??? hoy me di cuenta que no se puede confiar en los que creias que eran tus amigos emo
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:20 pm
Grim yark me siento romantikon asi k ponbdre un poema para ella /txus Quien es el dueño de un beso? ¿Quién lo regala? O ¿los labios que lo reciben? ¿Quien es el dueño de una mirada? ¿Quién deja escapar frases y abrazos con sus ojos? O ¿quien es acariciado por ellos? ¿A quien pertenece un sueño? ¿A quien lo busca toda su vida aun sin apenas llegar a tocarlo? O ¿Quien lo pose? Y sin embargo lo mima alimenta y vive de el. Yo solo soy dueño de una herida, La que deja tu ausencia, La que sangra por dentro. Y la que solo cura tu presencia. De todo lo demás soy esclavo De tu mirada, tú riza, tus besos… …y de ti, que eres mi sueño eso se va al rincon de la poesia
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:20 pm
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