It was something terribly beautiful and incredibly painful. She did not care, because she was never there.
ceturtdiena, 2010. gada 25. novembris
The truth is... there is no truth.
Nupat es biju apņēmusies uzrakstīt kaut ko neticami garu un manu iekšējo stāvokli iztirzājošu, taču tad es izdomāju, ka man jādodas prom. Varbūt citreiz. Pladies!
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