Cristina Geanta (19 04 1984 / Romania)
what was on your mind?
'i can't touch her with cold hands'
between us was not the place for tenderness
still you couldn't help it..
small traces of a gentle soul left to bother me
always something new to remember..
it would have been so much easier just to hate you
i guess honesty buys your way out of anything
now there is nothing you could do wrong.
besides.. nothing is about me
no use taking it personal.
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