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People like me and you die and are reborn every night in the smiles of diferent people,
every day in our own lies,
every night in the sweat of our own defeat.
We don't loose.
We choose not ot win.
And when we loose everything,
and the winning is the only thing left,
we turn around,
gasp in the ashes of the past
and miss the point of our existance.
The glass shaters.
Tiny pieces pirce my skin as I hold on to the thin line,
boareder of yours, and mine... I miss you..
M.I. 27.03.2004
for the only thing I'll ever miss...
Dopuna: 31 Mar 2006 17:25
U svetu od betona i celika,
principa i zakona,
pravila...
Pronasao sam nesto sto ne pripada tu,
magiju...
Isuvise jaka da bi se pokorila,
isuvise slaba da bi opstala...
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