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I'm sitting across from you I'm dreaming of the things I do I don't speak, you don't know me at all For fear of what you might do I say nothing but stare at you And I'm dreaming I'm trippin’ over you Truth be told My problem's solved You mean the world to me But you'll never know You could be cruel to me While we're risking the way That I see you That I see you… Conversations Not me at all I'm hesitating Only to fall And I'm weighted, I'm hating everyone Could it be… you feel for me? […]

Spletom okolnosti imam neku blokadu koja mi ne dozvoljava da pišem, a ni da govorim o onome što me muči. Pokušala sam, nije išlo i onda je jednostavno stalo, samo od sebe. A ništa neću na silu. Ni da pišem na silu, ni da govorim na silu, ni da održavam odnose s ljudima na silu. Svi su dobili ono što su htjeli, nema na čemu. I hvala, dakako. Sve vas volim, svi ste mi isti.

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