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breathemein on Mar 7th, 2009 in
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Partea a III-a – Cand eram una
De ceva timp, ma macina gandul ca rasuflarea mea m-ar da de gol. Sunt nesimtita si rea, cruda si inceata in sentimente. Esti cu mine, in pat. Noapte se lasa peste noi. Tu muncesti mult si vii obosit acasa. Uneori ma rogi sa iti fac un ceai, alteori ma rogi sa te las in pace.
Schisma din mine ma perpeleste, ard in cuptoarele iadului. Privirea ta-i senina, eu ma pierd in programele...
I am glam. I am classy. Drag queen. Straight queer.
In-your-face liar. I dress like a girl, but I’m a dude. I seem happy, but deep down inside, I’m like Joker. Can’t you see I won the Academy Award?
Look at my pony-tail and my high cheek bones. I am a sweet guy, after all, abused by my fuckin’ uncle. But what the heck?
I turned out good. I like the Brad Pitt-type. They look so calm and sweet,...