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do you remember the promise made to always be by one another's side? you're gone and i stay, barely holding on to life.

her sister would have been a great ruler, one of the greatest, had she been given the chance. but she wasn't and now she's dead. and only she's left to pick up the pieces.

she liked that word. us. a word without divisions or borders. it seemed full of hope.

još samo danas treba preživjet i onda lagano :)

jedva čekam da počnu praznici, ne mogu ja ovo više. želim se poštenski naspavat bar jednom :)

nedostaje mi stari wattpad :(