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guys what would u do if u know that ur best friend is loving u
my mind is blank....
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@cma2007 That actually happened with me. But what would i do?? I did nothing
ouh i c @SARA_BASU2009 ....i rly feel uncomfortable yah 😔
you mean, if a girlfriend is loving me what would I do?! this is awkward question lol
EDIT: By girlfriend means a friend who is female.
EDIT: By girlfriend means a friend who is female.
I dont care , i just foced on my game , in lichess we came for playing chess not for loving others , but i love my freinds
Me doesn't understand what you are saying. Please help I to understand.
When people love eachother, they can contemplate the irony of life.
How did they manage to survive, without me ?
How ?
Oh, it must me Love, Love, Love.
It must be Love, Love, Love.
Oh, my God ! Music went on, without me, too !
Architecture went on, without me !
I am not so superb, gorgeous or colossal ! No man is indispensable, after all ?
As I, once thought, I really was indispensable.
So...
What am I, in the end ?
Possibly, a friend. As long as I can comprehend my childish fears, and irrational terrors.
What am I made of ?
Am I a gardener ?
Am I a cook ?
Am I a poet ?
Determined to the bone !
But not very far from reality, please ! Next time, Paranoia...
Paranoia transformed me into an aggressive son of a *itch.
And then, later on, I would learn from some other menaces that that's not good !
It is very painful, when you realize that Buzz Lightyear has so many twins, in Al's Toy Barn.
But the rhythm goes on.
And the beat goes on.
" You are a toy ! You cannot fly ! "
How did they manage to survive, without me ?
How ?
Oh, it must me Love, Love, Love.
It must be Love, Love, Love.
Oh, my God ! Music went on, without me, too !
Architecture went on, without me !
I am not so superb, gorgeous or colossal ! No man is indispensable, after all ?
As I, once thought, I really was indispensable.
So...
What am I, in the end ?
Possibly, a friend. As long as I can comprehend my childish fears, and irrational terrors.
What am I made of ?
Am I a gardener ?
Am I a cook ?
Am I a poet ?
Determined to the bone !
But not very far from reality, please ! Next time, Paranoia...
Paranoia transformed me into an aggressive son of a *itch.
And then, later on, I would learn from some other menaces that that's not good !
It is very painful, when you realize that Buzz Lightyear has so many twins, in Al's Toy Barn.
But the rhythm goes on.
And the beat goes on.
" You are a toy ! You cannot fly ! "
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