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<blockquote data-quote="Saladin" data-source="post: 263795" data-attributes="member: 272"><p>Ако на англиски?<img src="/images/emoji/blush_animated.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":sram" title="Се срами :sram" data-shortname=":sram" /></p><p></p><p>Stranger in a mirror</p><p></p><p>Woken by a sinner that lies inside me. I hardly reconceive my thoughts of yesterday, a creature of my inner fears, fooled by the reason, troubled with the feelings of true self. I try to withstand the torment of forgetfulness, although I`m quite aware of my condition at the present. My prodigal self has woken up, dismantling the grey matter in most tiny of particles, letting the hedonist in me to rearrange them. And then I remember of nothing but... her.</p><p>Love is such a strong word, if I may say so. It behooves us to change, to impress our instincts, to devolve from a complete resonable human being, to an animal that was buried in our soul. It makes us frail in our pride, yet strong in the decisions we were never able to comprehend alone. It makes us see the stranger in the mirror we never met before.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Saladin, post: 263795, member: 272"] Ако на англиски?:sram Stranger in a mirror Woken by a sinner that lies inside me. I hardly reconceive my thoughts of yesterday, a creature of my inner fears, fooled by the reason, troubled with the feelings of true self. I try to withstand the torment of forgetfulness, although I`m quite aware of my condition at the present. My prodigal self has woken up, dismantling the grey matter in most tiny of particles, letting the hedonist in me to rearrange them. And then I remember of nothing but... her. Love is such a strong word, if I may say so. It behooves us to change, to impress our instincts, to devolve from a complete resonable human being, to an animal that was buried in our soul. It makes us frail in our pride, yet strong in the decisions we were never able to comprehend alone. It makes us see the stranger in the mirror we never met before. [/QUOTE]
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