svi smo mi kreteni svoje vrste
12.06.2004., subota
carobni stapic, ne
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obozavam ovakva jutra.. sama u stanu, svira neka light muzikica, kavica, sok, pljuga, vani je poluoblacno i moze se disat.. niko me ne tjera da nekaj napravim, niko me ne ugnjetava...uh..kakav raj.. slusam retro listu na rtl-u i bas su mi dobre te stare stvari.. taman za jutro idem danas gledat harry pottera-jeah :D Bas bi voljela imat neke carobne moci i carobni stapic.. sve bi bio puno jednostavnije.. sam zamahnes i rijesis vecinu stvari.. al brijem da bi se totalno uljenila.. sve bi stapic radio :D al bilo bi ti zabavno... i voljela bi zivjet u nekom takvom dvorcu.. opet se probudila moja teen strana :D no da.. idem sad zamahnut carobnim tusem i isprat sve necistoce.. |
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Ono što jesmo, proizvod smo vlastitog razmišljanja.
************************** One Lonely Visitor-Chevelle Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Knew you were here, Sister confirms suspicions, And beside the note, You left on my bed Where I held you so close. Did you think I'd forget? Couldn't be more of a mess, For to breathe, Used to be another way, I'd take you in. Well it's time to wake up, And separate feelings That I keep falling into. Each seem like good reasons, That I feel a break down, I don't care if it shows up, I'm praying this for you, 'Til it's answered I'll say. Now it seems there's a choice, That began with a break, So today, Know that never again, Will I know you that way. Well it's time to wake up, And separate feelings That I keep falling into. Each seem like good reasons, I'm gonna break down, I don't care if it shows up, I'm praying this for you, 'Til it's answered I'll say. Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? ***************************
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