emo
emo
kandya, Aetana si Trabook
trista...
trist...
i make juice happen.
dezamăgit
suparat...
they said they found me on the bathroom floor.
Colors made sounds in his mind. And he learned to play those sounds on his instrument. Green, with its infinite variations, was his most subtle harmony. The Listeners came, took him from his home to a house in a deep Deciduous Forest and listened as his music was played through perfect speakers on the roof of his house.
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emo
kandya, Aetana si Trabook
indragostită
disperat ca terminai tigarile.. si ca nu mi-e somn!
burn tire .not your souldisperat ca terminai tigarile.. si ca nu mi-e somn!in cazul asta ,plamanii
nu imi e somnvesel
aa, da.. apropo de asta.. nici benzina!burn tire .not your soul
nu imi e somndeci plm.. somnu ramane ultima varianta!
ma doare mintea
women have their fault,men only two,everything they say, everything they do
My similing licence has been suspended...there is no gold at the end of the rainbow
kandya, Trabook, Aetana!x3
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satul ...am mancat
mi-e rau
aiurea ...
...
plictisita si mor de cald
Mi-e lene.
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