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Subject: Šta se sluša?
Kako ce se ovo sutra sve brisati...ncncncnc... Slobodane kol'ka ti je glooova...ncncncnc...
проклета несаница у конзумаКцији са пива литара пар и неким кур шатро вискијем у недостатку квалитета.
All these walls were never really there Nor the ceiling or the chair I'm eking weeks of peace at the beach I see the breezes weave the trees
These walls you'll find are yours and mine Defined not by them I I'm in times that lie behind my eyelids The sunset still the rising silence
I'm not full of fear 'cause I'm not really here I'm nowhere near here...
I drew a drawing of you after last time I saw you
I never felt to draw a picture like that before
I learnt a lot about myself drawing all morning
It was absolutely shit, I'm awful at drawing