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Laatste woord:
regels:
• Je mag geen namen, plaatsnamen, etc. gebruiken. Kort samengevat: geen enkel woord dat normaal gesproken begint met een hoofdletter.
• je mag geen vervoegde werkwoorden gebruiken, dus alleen een infinitief (hele werkwoord).
• Als je hier bent om te ouwehoeren mag je direct ophoepelen.
Laatste woord:
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Dopquote:
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Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
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Angstquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
taartquote:
I try to keep it real. I don't have time to worry about what I'm projecting to the world. I'm just busy being myself.
Tapquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Peesquote:
I try to keep it real. I don't have time to worry about what I'm projecting to the world. I'm just busy being myself.
Sterquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Doofquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Treequote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Lijfquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Manquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Luikquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Teenquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Langquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Legquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Duinquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Tulipquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Klapquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Spuitquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Slipquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
rampquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Stokquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
dropquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Alarmquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Drukquote:
94257 - 478969
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I'm here to turn up the volume.
