duminică, 4 aprilie 2010


How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
El a plecat..undeva.Departe.Mi-a lasat doar amintirile urate.Pline de indiferenta.Nimic sa-mi incalzeasca sufletul.Sau poate o mica amintire.Multumesc,imi place chinul.




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