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Year SixSeason: Winter Month: December Breeding / Birthing: Year Round  There is no end to how cold it is getting, and there is only more winter to come! With the cold season comes extremes of ice and snow that can be painfully sharp on the paws in the north, even for the thickest pelts. Snow has been spotted in even the southern region's woodland cliffs and marshes.
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Martina
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同じ時代に生まれ同じ痛みを感じ, 同じ運命背負い理由を探してる, 知る程にただ虚しいだけなんにも出来やしない愚か者。 Born in the same era, feeling the same pain, Shouldering the same fate, we search for the reasons, The more we know, the emptier we feel, We’re fools who can’t do anything right easily. 勇者たち by Kato Miliyah
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Martina
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Martina
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People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality.
People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality.
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hallelujah. i heard there was a secret chord that david played and it pleased the lord .. but you don't really care for music, do you? well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, and the major lift. the baffled king composing hallelujah. i heard there was a secret chord that david played and it pleased the lord .. but you don't really care for music, do you? well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, and the major lift. the baffled king composing hallelujah. i heard there was a secret chord that david played and it pleased the lord .. but you don't really care for music, do you? well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, and the major lift. the baffled king composing hallelujah. i heard there was a secret chord that david played and it pleased the lord .. but you don't really care for music, do you? well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, and the major lift. the baffled king composing hallelujah.
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ariadne aralashie kringle Shouldering the same fate, we search for the reasons
"Nevermore." But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, that one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - 'till I scarcely more than muttered: `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, that one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - 'till I scarcely more than muttered: `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, that one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - 'till I scarcely more than muttered: `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
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