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Lukas 2022-04-19 09:02:14
My Own Life? Nothing really belongs to him (some people are doomed to be alone)
Phoenix's perfect performance completely made me ignore Reeves' handsomeness. This decadent, uninhibited, lethargic, desperate, tragic big boy is doomed to have nothing. His life is a deformed tragedy and destined to be accompanied by despair. Love doesn't belong to him. Things only look their best...
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Eloy 2022-03-24 09:02:14
Just because I want to go home with the people I love
"The undulating road that ripped the wheat field straight, the car or not, the two or one person, the broken face. The long monologue, the voice of Revan, the road of Idaho."
"I can love Alone, even if it's not for money...I love you, and you don't have to pay me..."
Beside the campfire,...

Brian Wilson
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Anabel 2022-03-21 09:02:12
It was very different from the original imagination. It was a surprise, and it was natural to think of the dream of Arizona. The double solid line divides the two halves of the road. One side of the road is the green grass field that grows, and the other side is the autumn yellow that withers a little more every day. I walk in the middle of the road, looking for it, often fainting, wandering between dreams and reality , flying fish, flowing clouds, wooden houses, wandering, sexual promiscuity, one side of the time, the other is the same, and it is always the same state that never fails, right?
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Johathan 2022-03-26 09:01:07
I am a taster of the road, I know it is bittersweet, but what I cannot taste is the taste of your heart. The fish jumped to the surface of the water, the constant temperature and warmth in the gradient colors, and the grand canyon in the distance was different in the sunset. The combination of light and shadow styles creates an extraordinary and profound shape for the lens; mountains with a sense of depth, endless roads, fast-moving clouds, and artistic houses, with many companions, even if you are comfortable with the feet, you will not feel lonely . I was crawling on the dirty streets with tears in my eyes, and you were all dressed up in gorgeous costumes. This is my own narcolepsy, my own boogie nights, my own Idaho, actually you don't have to pick me up in the first place, let me sleep forever in the endless highway, let me in your arms been relying on.
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