Zrelost je kad trazis mir
umesto osvete.
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how much do i hate myself????? well, i still want to take care of the people who hurt me
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there is something so tragic about a friendship colored by romance
someting so aching in the words of ,just friends‘
you and i, never anything, always almost
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