Cateodata simt ca nu mai pot.
Cateodata mi se face frica.
Cateodata ma imbat si plang.
Cateodata simt cum inima imi sare din piept.
...dar parfumul acela tentant nu o sa-l uit niciodata.
Am devenit dependenta.
Despre mine
- A.
- Vienna, Austria
- I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
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