Wherever we are, we always decieve ourselves we miss someone. But it's not him who we're missing, though, it's the past. And the past, you know, it never comes back anyway.
петък, 5 август 2011 г.
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Wherever we are, we always decieve ourselves we miss someone. But it's not him who we're missing, though, it's the past. And the past, you know, it never comes back anyway.
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