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Dusa me boli  Dusa me boli. Aaaaaa. Dusa me boli.

Dusa me boli 

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Bas da vidim koliko dobro podnosim alkohol. Naravno, necu praviti nikakve scene.

Jer ih volim... 

Policija me voli. Policija brine o meni. Tako sam zaljubljena u njih...

Lekovi su super. Osecam se tako pijana I ZABORAVILA SAM NA SVE MUKE. ZIVELI LEKOVI..♡♡♡

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It's her lifestyle, her choice, like everybody else that have.

She didn't do anything. Why should i confront her? I don't know what do you want from me. 

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She has turned into...She...How can she follow such foolish people? They don't have anything! They are vulgar, primitive, with no heart, without humour. They are horrible. I never want to be like them! 

She's not like them. She is good. I know her. She would be much, much better, and i bet others would also think better of her , if she was herself. Mira. 

I never want to be friends with such people.  How, doesn't she miss meaningfill conversations? We never talk about private stuff that bothers us (I have Milica, thankfully :) ), we just...laugh, and laugh. They are so shallow.

 I really hope that i'm not too open! I don't want to be like that. But, i would rather have no friends than to be with friends like that. Milica! ❤

Ko nije video takve suze u ocima ljubljenog stvorenja, on nije znao kako je to voleti i biti voljen. " ❤❤

Kad se setim prvog dana kada sam uzela lek...Boze! 

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Ali ovo je ozbiljno mucenje. But this is torturing. ..