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A ignorância é uma dádiva, e Camila sempre acreditou nisso piamente, sempre desejou ser ignorante ao invés de pensante. Quando pensante não conseguia relaxar, não conseguia decidir, não conseguia SENTIR! Quem pensa não sente, quem sente não pensa. Essa é a razão por não conseguir se apaixonar sem perder totalmente a sua cabeça. E logo ela, Camila, mulher inteligente, formada, independente, FAKE!
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Chega by Mart'nália on Grooveshark

Hoje acordei decida a não aturar mais toda essa baboseira que a sociedade prega como certa. E o meu maior ato de liberdade, foi começar tirando a roupa em uma praia que amo de paixão. Tirei tudo, sem nem olhar se tinha alguém por perto. Eu estava me despindo de todas as máscaras que uso, de todas essas facetas que pesam mais de 50kg, arrancando de mim uma 
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Se me permitem, como Taurina que sou, aqui vai: É  muito possível que na lista de namorados dela esteja desde o estudante  de computação até o dono da galeria de arte. 
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Estamos no mês 11, lembro bem da entrada do ano, como se fosse ontem, dormi e acordei em novembro. O ano passou num piscar de olhos, e para quem reclamou de 2010, 2011 serviu para me fazer calar a boca e pensar antes de falar. 
Comecei 2011 muito bem, mas em meados de março minha vida deu um giro, e fiquei de cabeça para baixo, mais alguns meses, e agosto e setembro foram meses difíceis, mas 
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"Minha amiga o mundo é paixão. Quando não se encontra, não tem que inventar. Não tem que tentar, não tem que persistir. Desistir para deixar chegar. O que verdadeiramente importa, mexe. Nada de se culpar. Nada de culpar alguém. Apenas seguir em frente, procurando quem te tente. Te provoque, te emocione, te toque. É sempre bom pensar assim:Quem não se interessa não interessa. Sai depressa. Porque
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Eu sou boazinha mas não otária, e canso de dizer isso! Não me tira pra palhaça, que de palhaça não tenho nada.

Se você quiser aprontar comigo, se é da tua índole, ótimo, mas saiba que toda ação tem reação, e por favor, tenha cu para assumir a responsabilidade de suas escolhas!

Beijo, não me liga!
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Em quem confiar quando se desconfia da própria sombra? A quem pedir socorro, quando todos estão muito ocupados com sua própria
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Eu sou querida, faço tudo pelos outros, ajudo os velhinhos e adoro crianças e bichinhos. Não minto, não respondo aos mais velhos, respeito os meus pais. Respeito as leis, respeito o trânsito, respeito as pessoas, escuto, apoio, dou força, e pra quê? Sempre lembro do Daniel, um guri idiota que eu tive na minha vida, mas que me deixou um único ensinamento: O MUNDO É FEITO DE PESSOAS EGOÍSTAS, 
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SUPERAR O QUÊ? As mentiras que os outros contam? As vezes que os outros me passaram para trás? As vezes que voltei acreditar, mesmo depois de ter sido enganada, e que fui enganada novamente? E EU TENHO QUE SUPERAR A FALTA DE CARÁTER DOS OUTROS AGORA? Me poupe... Superar não é para gente do bem... Superar é para gente idiota, que acredita 
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As vezes, a gente precisa perder tudo, inclusive a fé, para poder recomeçar mais forte. Sinto minha vida toda desmoronando, todos os meus princípios e verdades absolutas, não passavam de conceitos de outros, NUNCA FORAM OS MEUS! Há 3 meses, perdi a confiança em mim mesma, e nesse tempo todo, não fiquei um dia sem tentar descobrir o porque disso acontecer. Como sempre, não encontrei as respostas
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As vezes oi que a gente precisa ver, está bem de baixo do nosso nariz, e só existem duas alternativas para não vermos: ou somos bananas ou não queremos ver!E já dizia o ditado, o pior cego é aquele que não quer ver. Eu, por precaução, vejo até o que não existe, para não ser pega de surpresa, caso aconteça, eu digo: EU JÁ SABIA!
Só queria ficar de boa, curtir a minha vida, sem nenhum tipo de 
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Pra animar e pra não deixar passar em branco a felicidade do dia de hoje, que mesmo cinza, foi um ótimo dia, deixo uma música nova do Foo Fighters que adorei!


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Vou dizer também que anos ímpares geralmente são uma bosta para mim, mas como 
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Eu não sei o que não se deve fazer para não levar chifre, mas eu sei o que se deve fazer. Aí vão as dicas...
- Olhe para outras na frente da sua mulher, porque mulher tem visão periférica e costuma comer pelas beiradas, e um belo dia, você estará olhando a bunda da próxima enquanto sua mulher estará transando com o próximo. Resultado: CORNO!
- Passe o tempo todo na frente da TV ou do computador,
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