This is life

Waking up, drinking a coffee, already feeling what will happen. That bitter taste in your throat, isn't from the coffee, than from not knowing what is going to be with you, with her, with your lives. Shortness of breath, even though you're breathing with your full lungs. Breathing in the smoke of a cigarette. She…

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buntovnik bez razloga, a nekad i sa razlogom

Lijepom proljetnom danu, kad cvijeće raste, ptice cvrkuću, svijetu prkosim bluesom.                                                                                                                               by mr. shizo

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