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klausījos vienu Junga interpretāciju un tur bija teikums: you are not responsible for healing the shadow inside him.
un tad man pēkšņi iešāvās prātā, ka visa Morisettes dziesma "Not the Doctor" ir tieši par šo.
I don't wanna be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't wanna be your glass
Of single malt whiskey hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't wanna be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't wanna be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't wanna be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't wanna be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door
I don't wanna be the sweeper
Of the egg shells that you walk upon
And I don't wanna be your other half
I believe that one and one make two
I don't wanna be your food or the light
From the fridge on your face at midnight, hey
What are you hungry for?
I don't wanna be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't wanna be your idol
See, this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't wanna be lived through a vicarious occasion
Please, open the window |
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asdā meklēju sev sporta krūšturi un pilnīgi visi bija ar pads un man tas nepatīk, bet, ko padarīsi. pēc tam mājās mazliet iegriezu audumā, lai varētu tos izņemt, pēc tam sameklēju tādas pašas krāsas diegu un aizšuvu ciet...lai atklātu, ka krūšturim jau bija iekšpusē mazi atvērumi tieši šim nolūkam - lai tos varētu izņemt. nja. mans vienīgais attaisnojums - ka iepriekšējiem šādu atvērumu nebija. bet jā, ļoti labs dizains, respect. |
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