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fucking emotionz
ktoś poprosił mnie, bym zapisała każde uczucie nie zważając, na porę dnia czy nocy.
w takim razie to robię.
wręczam Tobie dzienniczek, a w nim moje krwawe serce i zepsuty umysł.
'licz się z tym, że będąc wrażliwym trzeba mieć twardą dupę' - mawiał mi tata, a ja świat miałam za arcydzieło.
'dlaczego jesteś znowu taka apatyczna?' - zapytał parę lat później, a ja zrozumiałam, że świat nie jest tym za co go miałam.
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