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Poslao: 22 Okt 2004 01:09
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- Mad_Zec
- Black Rabbit
- Pridružio: 03 Apr 2004
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Book
You get up from the bed in your ripped pants and old shirt.
Felling the cold morning air getting under them.
Another night you were awake.
Another night that you left your eyes open.
And another morning you feel like you are the worst trash on earth.
Just another number in the book.
Yes that is what you are.
Just another junkie.
Another young girl that got hooked on it.
You just wanted to try it.
You just wanted to see what is so good in it.
You just wanted to see what is so fun in it.
And now you hide your hands so nobody can see the scars.
Scars that will make from you another number in the book.
You walk through the hallway.
Going toward the kitchen.
And you hear them, you hear them all the way there.
And no it is not the voices in your head.
And that is only moment you wish they are.
But that is their voices arguing and yeling again.
As you realise they are also a number in the book.
You hear a crash.
Maybe they are fighting again.
You know it is about you and your grades.
You just sit there on the floor in the hallway.
You just sit there on the ground and put your face on your hands and cry.
You feel like worst junkie on the earth.
Like the worst Junkie in the book.
You go into the bathroom.
And you dont dare to look into the mirror.
You take the spoon and zippo.
And you take the shirt off.
You feel so cold as you feel needle going into you.
And suddenly all you see is darkness.
As you keep your eyes closed.
As you open them you see some half naked girl sitting on the toilet.
Police all around her.
As they put a sheet over her.
And you see a fat cop talking to them.
Pretending like he cares.
While another cop is writing some numbers in the book.
by Mad Zec
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Registruj se da bi učestvovao u diskusiji. Registrovanim korisnicima se NE prikazuju reklame unutar poruka.
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Poslao: 22 Okt 2004 03:15
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- Dexter
- Počasni građanin
- Pridružio: 03 Apr 2004
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Nisam verovao da ovakvo nesto moze da izadje iz tvojih prstiju, ovaj, glave... U svakom slucaju, pohvala... U stilu je Milana Mumina, odnosno Love Hunters-a, bas zbog te same jednostavnosti i price koju sadrzi... neces mi verovati, ali sviraju mi hantersi dok ovo pisem, i pada mi napamet da probamo sa nekom melodijom uz tekst...
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Poslao: 22 Okt 2004 14:42
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- Aleksandra
- Ugledni građanin
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au, ekstra, mislim totalno docarana slika cela i desavanja recima....
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Poslao: 22 Okt 2004 14:56
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- Peca
- Glavni Administrator
- Predrag Damnjanović
- SysAdmin i programer
- Pridružio: 17 Apr 2003
- Poruke: 23211
- Gde živiš: Niš
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poezija cesto meni sluzi da izbacim iz sebe ono sto vec duze vreme nosim na dusi, teret, kako bi mi posle bilo lakse...
mislim da se to upravo desilo ovde...
pesma ima ideju, i tezinu...
nastavi da pises...
i probaj malo na svom maternjem jeziku...
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Poslao: 23 Okt 2004 01:38
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- Pridružio: 09 Maj 2004
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- Gde živiš: Banjaluka
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Da, pjesma je zaista teska. Ima nesto iza ovih rijeci..
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Poslao: 27 Okt 2004 17:22
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Covek u srce si me dirnuo. Ne znam koliko ti je poznata moja prica u proteklih godinu dana, ali sam se tako pronasao! No, manimo se mene. Samo tako nastavi. Imas tu nit koja je potrebna, zato je cuvaj i jacaj!
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