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...O CHORO PODE DURAR UMA NOITE MAS A ALEGRIA VEM AO AMANHECER.

...O CHORO PODE DURAR UMA NOITE MAS A ALEGRIA VEM AO AMANHECER.

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Boa Noite Povo Ungido do Senhor!

Boa Noite Povo Ungido do Senhor!

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I needa stress cuz its ma future. But I have God close to me to take away stress.

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THANK YOU!!!! I have made the decision that I love myself enough to wait until I find someone that loves me. It is going to mean something. You don't have to like my decision, but that doesn't matter. I'm staying me.

I have made the decision that I love myself enough to wait until I find someone that loves me. It is going to mean something. You don't have to like my decision, but that doesn't matter. I'm staying me and honoring Jesus.

It sure wasn't easy, at times, being the mother of Jesus...

Poor Mary, Mother of God

Yep, demented!

“Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.” ― Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle

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Entrega

The cure for boredom is books. There is no cure for books.

Bookworm guilty as charged

Brilliant cartoons that every woman can relate to

Brilliant cartoons that every woman can relate to

Brilliant cartoons that every woman can relate to Every one is true. I can relate to the hair!

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.

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