decide to become. me. one day, and then skip all the important/ imported steps. jump over an edge that you feel will bruise you bad enough and hurt. get hurt, and hurt but not back. involuntarily destroy every sand castle you walk by. and love them as you walk by, and love them as you destroy. and, as hurt will come, you will become. the process is simple, its everyone else s complicated feelings that puzzles you. you are never rough, never straight and you most often make them believe its because you re either lying or a coward. the truth is you don t know anything clear enough to clear your head straight. and here you are, the dynasty completed, you too can now rule my empire of dirt...
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poemul ala e despre comunism. adica despre jeg. si a plecat de la covoarele pe care niste tigani le vindeau in fata blocului meu. stii dinalea ca la mare in hoteluri vechi. comuniste adica:)
"noua ne place klimt" dragut sa vorbesti despre tine la pers I pl ;)) comic chiar ,ma duce cu gandul la o iubire in care te avanti fara sa te uiti in jur sau la baby language
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