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"A sadness that I tried on but didn’t fit me.
A million surroundings and still I cannot see;
A thousand summits conquered and I don’t want to walk;
A galaxy of phrases and I don’t want to talk;
A redemption by fire where I could be remembered
Her hands grasping my silence – forgetting what I’ve erred;
There’s nothing left to tell her and nothing left to see
I yearn to be forgotten and for her to be free.

My mind echoes in distance, this body it won’t hold
I would’ve walked beside her ‘til the end of the world;
Now all I am is dying while I am still alive
I want to pull the trigger, they want me to survive
Pushing food through my veins when all I want is skag. 

Well, what is a hero without his heroin?..."

M-a caracterizat, candva.

Gay.

Gayest gay.

Mno, am iesit azi la terasa cica da' m-am certat cu barbat-meu dintr-o stropie, da' suntem bine iar si ne iubim.

Eu mai aveam putin si aruncam cu mese Si loveam cu fieroaicele de la maini, am Si facut-o, da' nu pe el, ci pe...mese. Ne-am impacat 20 de minute Mai tarziu, da' tare imi pare rau de limonada AIA, era asa buna, pfoooaaai maaamaaa! Evident ca am mancat impreuna, cuddling, alea-alea. Imi pare rau ca vorbele mele dor. Si gesturile.