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...
simt un gol, ca o gaura neagra in mine, care ma absoarbe cu totul.
cad precum Alice in putul fara fund al disperarii mele mute.
macar de as putea da glas disperarii...
macar de as putea plange.
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aici nu mai scrii? :)
nu am mai simtit nevoia.
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