like i can't talk about something else
really i can't
the man (or what the hell he might be) he doesn't love me
and is afraid to tell me
what a cowered he might be
i have to move on without him
in this cold place
i still see his face
nailed it to a wall
he might fall
and everyone would see what a devil
he was to me...
i'm afraid for the next victem he will make :s
why i think this ?
i was just a toy to him
he is a player, in my country we call them ' een bokkepoot'
some one who knows how to get i a girls pants .
i'm really angree on him. why couldn't he just tell me?
i hate to be lied to








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E' il tempo che tu hai perduto per la tua rosa che ha reso la tua rosa così importante....
Time you lost for your rose, made your rose so important...
A. de Saint-Exupery
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COGITO ERGO NOM
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Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can. ~Danny Kaye
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Mad? We're all mad here.
Thanks for all the faves about my Venice's photos.
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Massimiliano Marradi
Fotografo
Italia
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