Bring her back to me.
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Huling na-publish Sun, Jan 24, 2016
Nema ništa gore od te veze na daljinu, bar za mene. Ne mogu da je zagrlim, poljubim..
Obje se patimo, a ne znamo šta da radimo više..
God, please bring her back.
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