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samo san van tila da reć da sve one priče koje kruže o suboti nisu baš istinite..neda mi se više pričat šta je istina,a šta nije jer ionako mi nećete vjerovat..
Inače kad gledan subota mi nije bila ništa posebna..kad i gledan bila mi je baš čudna...i užasna kad san svatila neke stvari...
Inače moja malenkost se zagledala u jednog lika od nekih 17-18 godina,al nikako da ga opet vidi...Al možda je i bolje...na neki način.. neznan više šta da mislin o sebi...lako mjenjam mišljenje,živčana san masu, sve stavri koje san prije volila sad mi baš više ni nisu važne... al se sve polako vraća na svoje..jedva se čekan maknut iz ovog grada..di sve svatko zna...i sve se loše vijesti brzo šire..evo za kraj jedna meni draga pisma: Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Post je objavljen 10.10.2006. u 15:22 sati.