Možda jednom zaboravim,
onaj hladni 27.decembar, kada si me prvi put poljubio. Tog dana sam znala da me imaš, imaš me za večnost.
Možda te nikad ni nisam volela. Na posletku, ti si otišao od mene. A to je ono čega sam se najviše i bojala. Da ću te zavoleti tek kad budeš otišao.Midnight, 2020.
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