ovaj........da people are strange; poštujte to!!!!!!!!!!!!

srijeda, 16.08.2006.

Why do they wound the most, few people I truly love.
For I have promised myself to love as though I've never been hurt before.

....and every time they do such a thing, I leave my childhood inocence and a part of me becomes a monser.

....but I gratefully love that monster for it heals my wounds.

....for it keeps me safe, keeps my heart (far) away from breaking.

....yet I question exsistance of my heart.

....for there is a chance my heart is eaten by the one creature that heals it.

gigi , SWEET DEMON OF MINE
- 00:36 - reci (4) - ko bi to printo - ????

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