she used to take long walks
she used to have small talks
she used to dress her dolls
and brush their golden curls...
she used to dream all day
she used to dance all night
she used to let time fly...
... when life seems unfair to the ones that you care for. It hurts when all you're allowed to do is stare, with no power or right to interfere. It hurts to the point where you forget about your own pain. ... So, let it rain!
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Well... a plouat ieri si pe munte si tot drumul de intoarcere :p
S-a oprit ploaia aia?...
ţi-aş imprumuta umbrela mea şmecheră, dar mi-e c-ai sa refuzi.
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