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Decembris 9., 2007
wraa | 23:33 - ieva, pieaudz vienreiz! Es beidzot atradu sava naivuma himnu:
i have a pineapple crush on a boy i don't know where he came from or how he got skin just like snow he's the angel i asked for in my prayers last night he's the only one who can make my wrong life right 'cause i know he was sent here just for me
(Tiger Trap - Prettiest Boy)
Un brīžiem es pamostos no rīta un jūtos tieši tā. Tā balti un nedaudz lidojoši. Bez iemesla gan. Savus sapņus es tomēr nespēju kontrolēt. Realitātes izjūtu arī ne. Kā rezultātā viss saplūst un man vairs nevajag iemeslus.
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