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25 December 2008

The wild rose....


Nu stiu ce as putea sa-ti spun: "pe curand" sau "adio". As vrea sa-ti iubesc mainile pe care le-am atins de prea putine ori... sau au fost mai multe, dar nu suficiente. Cuvintele nu sunt multe.... liniste, neliniste..... all is over because your sadness is mine.... not now, not ever.... closer to darkness then I never was. You're asking me why I 'm writing about you. Is the only way I found....
  • Apprends a garder au fond de ton coeur les images qui te font du bien... j'en ai appris pour toujours....
  • I .... wish it would snow all over me....

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