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ASTA e locul unde spun tot ce nu am avut ocazia sa iti zic in fata</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iulyka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://iulyka.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284806956737908877/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Iulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373165129011434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udqVhWKWGI4/ToDQT4gZvfI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fMEBpp4Ek8A/s220/PICT6117.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/IuliaBlog" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="iuliablog" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">IuliaBlog</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cDQ3w_cSp7ImA9WhRUEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284806956737908877.post-3554899706255923723</id><published>2012-01-22T11:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:17:52.249Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T11:17:52.249Z</app:edited><title>Amadeo Papadopolous III</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Pentru aceasta postare rog frustratii valorosi sa ramana acasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Prea multe cocalare, prea multe analfabete, prea multe printese, prea multe ciori, prea multe fumuri si prea multe fite. Just PREA MULT pentru mine. De ce oare lumea accepta astfel de specimene ? De ce nu le respingem? De ce le promovam in mod continuu? Orice facem, le promovam. Chiar si eu le promovez acum. De ce? Ca m-am saturat de papushele, printhzese, injuraturi inutile, naspete etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;De ce nu putem fi un popor normal? MORBID..Cu bune si rele..adica pardon...SI cu bune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ne facem singuri de ras oriunde, ne cacam pe strazi..si totul cu buna credinta!Nu pot sa cred!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Pitipoancele sunt peste tot. La scoala, la MC, in parc, pe geam...numai nu in duba neagra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;M-am mai saturat de copiii aceia..maxim de tristi care nu au viata sociala...care au multi prieteni, dar care defapt nu ii cunosc si care se cred smecheri sau isi fac poza cu suvita prinsa in agrafa cu calitate de sony ericsson ,pun un schelet in pizap, zic ca isi urasc viata pentru ca 'MAMI NU VRIA CUMPARATURI LA BERSHKA', isi deseneaza taieturi cu acuarelele si se numesc EMO. Nu am nimic cu pustii astia..emo..e un curent...Cum e orice curent...perioada a vietii..ok, dar nu imi plac persoanele care nu isi pot gasi stilul..Sunt prea pierdute in a face pe plac altora si in a isi critica parintii si tot ceea ce este in jurul lor pentru ca nu le este supus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Cum spuneam tot eu intr-un post...Şukarime Merţan pacifistu'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;GET A LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grigore este febletea mea.Eu l-am facut acum aproximativ o ora;
La 12 plecam de acasa aberanta cum sunt de obicei si uite cat am stat afara doar jucandu-ma cu zapada.Grigore este o persoana dubioasa,cam ca mine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acu, ca sa imi dau cu parerea: noi teoretic si morbid, suntem sub influenta climatului subtropical..Deoarece nu avem zapada in anotimpul rece..sa se oftice meteorologii.
Oricum..este dubios din puctul meu de vedere adica, frate, ce cacat.Sa se ivnerseze anotimpurile,iar daca nu asta atunci sa isi faca sitita prezenta maxim..subios :|.

&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NcbAibPA2yY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The dislike bar is like a ninja..you can't see it, but you know it's there..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Oricum..viata de castor...viata mea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;
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 &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;b&gt;Nu..totu jegos,viata lipsita de intamplari relativ cu sens,depresie continua,castori,jucarii de plus..copilaria mea si modul in care am crescut.
Sfarsitul este doar un nou inceput iar inceputul...?
Nu mai vreau..printese..valorosenii ieftine...pitiponcisme ,pitipoance,fite,fumuri,mofturi,lume agitata..
Vreau doar pace..liniste,pace ,bucurie..desi stiu ca visez asa frumos..oare de ce nu suntem fericiti?De ce ne complicam viata ..De ce noaptea cand mergem in pat ne gandim la ce am facut rau ,penibil,urat ,sau cu cine ne-am certat azi in loc de realizari?De ce din 245 de comentarii pozitive la o poza ,iar doar unul negativ tocmai ala ne macina si ne sare in ochi?De ce ne tot amintim ce am facut penibil sau naspa gen acum un an cu o persoana ,iar persoana aia deja uitase din ziua in care se intamplase?De ce ne gandim la chestii desarte..prieteni pierduti,arta irosita,filosofie terminata,iad inghetat, si nu in ultimul rand..de ce..de ce nu ne gandim la..NOI..persoanele care ne putem..SINGURELE PERSOANE care ne putem controla pe noi insine si care ne putem cunoaste,ne putem arata sensul si cu care putem vorbi cand TOTI sunt impotriva.
Eu nu ma cunosc.RECUNOSC.NU ma cunosc si nu cred ca o voi face vreodata,deoarece nu cred ca are sens sa mai imi traiesc viata daca imi pot stii fiecare miscare.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zdmfrk6NpxaCqx5xt6P5COfnvvQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zdmfrk6NpxaCqx5xt6P5COfnvvQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iulyka.blogspot.com/feeds/7624087080456984924/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://iulyka.blogspot.com/2011/12/lepra.html#comment-form" title="1 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284806956737908877/posts/default/7624087080456984924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284806956737908877/posts/default/7624087080456984924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://iulyka.blogspot.com/2011/12/lepra.html" title="Lepra." /><author><name>Iulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373165129011434302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udqVhWKWGI4/ToDQT4gZvfI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fMEBpp4Ek8A/s220/PICT6117.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMAQHc6eyp7ImA9WhRWEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284806956737908877.post-2852508387754130635</id><published>2011-12-30T16:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:44:01.913Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-30T16:44:01.913Z</app:edited><title>Assholes</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.fjcdn.com/pictures/Conspiracy+Keanu.+OC+Only+top+150+Let+s+make+that+number+shrink_525ae4_3096527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 552px; height: 549px;" src="http://static.fjcdn.com/pictures/Conspiracy+Keanu.+OC+Only+top+150+Let+s+make+that+number+shrink_525ae4_3096527.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci,fratilor mai avem inca o zi din acest an de rahat sau mai putin de rahat,depinde viziunea de rahat asupra vietii dumneavoastra,bineinteles, nu ma bag.:)&lt;br /&gt;Revenind la cacaturi autohtone si la dubiosenii,vreau sa va urez ceva.An nou fericit.Paranghelie usoara.Sa purtati rosu.Si sa aveti un ban in buzunar.&lt;br /&gt;Asa,revenind de la taranisme la zilele noastre,va vine sa credeti ca atatea s-au intamplat intr-un an de cacat?Mai mult sau mai putin,acest an a fost deosebit de morbid si de jegos ,probabil lepros din orice punct de vedere.Mi-a prins bine un an ca asta inainte de anu care cica va fi ultimul din viata mea.Ce tare.&lt;br /&gt;Oare de ce ne punem statusuri cu intrerbari retorice si intentionate pe FaceBook?Chiar nu avem viata sociala  suficienta cat sa ne bucuram de ultima zi din an fara net?NU&lt;br /&gt;Acu revenind,azi am fost unde credeti,la Sherlock Holmes sau cum meseria lu' Anubis se scrie si ghiciti: diaree mai mare de film n-am vazut.Era bine facut,ei jucau bine,ca niste papusi masochiste dar, din pacate,povestea o constituia ceva aberant si jenant din mai multe puncte de vedere.Eu care eram un simplu spectator care paream elev desi nu aveam carnet si beneficiam de reducere m-am simtit penibil dand banii aceia chair la reducerea pt. elevi pe asa o prostie de film.&lt;br /&gt;XO.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284806956737908877-2852508387754130635?l=iulyka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://teoretic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/01113_different_2560x1600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa te iei de mine ca nu port fusta de o palma?Sa te iei de mine ca am alunecat pe scari cand erau ude?Sa ma judeci ca nu sunt blonda cu machiaj?Sa ma judeci ca n-am unghiile roz?Sa ma judeci ca nu ascult Katy Perry?Sa ma judeci ca nu's ca TINE?&lt;br /&gt;Ai vrea sa iti faci cardasie.Toti sa fie la fel ca tine.Pentru ca tu nu te suporti si iti doresti ca mai multi sa iti adopte stilul..vrei sa ii schimbi pe toti..De ce?Pentru ca te urasti.Pentru ca nu esti tu insuti.Pentru ca iti e frica cu stilul care il ai.Vrei sa fie toti ca tine ca sa te asiguri ca nu vei fi penibil.ZAU?De parca cuiva ii pasa de tine.Parca nu ti-am stii toti psihologia.Esti vai de capul tau.Vrei doar sa ne schimbi pentru ca esti tu prea smechera si te rupi in figuri cand faci un pas?Ca mergi ca si cum ai avea un morcov bagat in cur cu rochia de un deget si cu strasuri doar ca sa intoarca Doru' şucaru' capu' dupa tine?&lt;br /&gt;Nu,multumim.Nu vrem dinastea.Acum sincer ,chiar daca par frustrata vreau sa ating acest punct de critica pentru cocalarii de orice fel..Pentru dubiosieniile autohtone.&lt;br /&gt;Vezi o fata.Care poarta hanorac.Cu gluga in cap ca sa nu o ploua pentru ca poate nu are bani de geaca.Calca putin stramb pentru ca e proaspat operata la spate.Are mana inauntru pentru ca are mana in gips.Ii rasuna muzica rock in ureche pentru ca este ceea ce o calmeaza.Are un breton putin crescut,dat intr-o parte si paul negru.La ochi,ca sa fie si ea frumoasa si ca asa fac toate,s-a dat cu putin rimel.Hanoracul este negru si scrie Hard Rock Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Langa ea,sunt un grup de fete si baieti care rad de ea..o numesc 'strâmbă,emo,cocalară,ca din cauza copiilor ca ea avem o tara de cacat..ca are rimelul intins pentru ca a plans ca sia taiat venele..isi tine mana in haina pentru ca este o frustrata care se taie si e probabil operata si bandajata.ca poarta hanorac ca sa se dea mare ca ei nu ii e frig.asculta muzica de emo.si e emo.trebuie exclusa.ea nu e ca noi.e diferita.e emo.'&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Eu..eu as trage concluzia ca are nevoie de geaca mea si ca imi poate fi o buna prietena,pentru ca nu este ca toti.Este ea.Nu este cum vor altii.Este cum vre ea pentru ca poate nu isi permite .Ea nu este fericita cum pare.Ajunge acasa plangand.A rupt relatia odata buna cu parintii din cauza oamenilor ca voi.Ea nu are 'feisbuc'..nici 'iutub'..nici 'tuittăr'..nici 'naingheg'..nici gura ca un cur de gaina in oglinda cu 'aifonu' pe 'haifaiv'..Ea prefera sa dea putinul care il are pe carti,pe muzica..are o trupa..si ii place viata asa.Nu barfeste pe nimeni prin SMS..are un Sagem dinala roz cu fluturi.De ce nu ai accepta-o?ca nu e la fel ca tine si ca TOTI?Ca vrei ca toti sa fie ca tine?Si tu erai diferit candva..erai TU candva..cand te-ai nascut poate..ai fost influentat/a de cineva care poate era si el difert la randul lui..si ati ajuns ca oile.Gandeste-te ca termini generala..te duci la orice liceu..unde nu vei fi apreciat decat pentru ceea ce esti ca in viata..ca si haterii..totul e atat de trecator acum..&lt;br /&gt;NU.NU ASA.NU SUNTEM FRUSTRATI.EU MA CONSIDER NORMALA.NU MA TAI.NU MA SINUCID PENTRU CA ASCULT MUZICA PE CARE O ASCULT.SUNT EU.SI SUNT MANDRA CA AM PUTEREA ASTA.DA,am prieteni..multi..si fiecare e diferit si special in felul lui..nu doar pentru mine..nu vreau sa ajung ca oile alea gen 'baby face' si 'alex evans'..si aia sunt o turma..sunt EU si sunt multumita cu asta..nu am scris asta pentru ca sunt suferinda..o scriu in numele tuturor care simt asta.Deja am simtit acest impuls si vreau sa stiti ca nu ne pasa de voi..ORICE ..de-aia incurajez rock-ul..pentru ca rock-ul nu incurajeaza efectul de turma..Nu sunt emo,ciudata.CRED DOAR IN MINE.SUNT SINGURA CARE POT FACE CEVA CU VIATA MEA.:)&lt;br /&gt;XO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284806956737908877-8783157910169380686?l=iulyka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.agentiadecarte.ro/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/henri-silberman-gothic-bridge-central-park-new-york-city.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viata e o roata.Roata reprezinta un fel de cerc;dar daca roata vietii e mai mult de atat?Daca roata reprezinta insusi viata care ma indeamna pe mine sa aberez uimitor de prosteste.Ganditi-va la teama de a merge singur pe intuneric.Ganditi-va ca sunteti in locul de care va temeti si nu ati dori never sa ajungeti.In acel loc sunteti voi acum..Acel loc exista si va asteapta pe voi sa veniti si sa fiti coordonati si condusi de o minciuna si a trai sub un fals argument..nici o consolare.Nici o mangaiere.Nici o vorba buna.Nici un fel de respect.Nimeni nu iti va fi vreodata fidel.Toti iti vor raul si te vor distruge.Distruge sau vei fi distrus.Lumea e o jungla urbana.Care infloreste zilnic si zilnic si se inmulteste si asteapta prada noua.Am o inspiratie bolnava si poate de asta scriu ceea ce scriu acum .Va place?Uitati-va in jur.Sunteti fericiti cu viata pe care o traiti?Ce va mai doriti?Ce doriti sa dispara?Ce probleme ai?CE ITI TREBUIE?Iti zic eu.NIMIC.&lt;br /&gt;Esti doar un muritor..ATAT;care isi doreste mai mult decat are si stie ca nu poate avea niciodata..e exact ca si faza de mai sus cu locul de care te temi.Gandeste-te cum cel mia bun prieten iti este cel mai aprig dusman.Cum compresa calda ce iti alina supararea se raceste si se umple de sange.Cum esti doar un suflet murbund intr-o lume pierzatoare care nu te intelege.Ficare are perspectiva lui de a trai.UCIDE-TI SUFERINTA.Mahnirea si jalea.Doar pentru atata lucru traiesti?Atat vrei tu de la viata?Sa treaca prin fata ta?ESTI PE O ALEE LUNGA.La capat te asteapta cel /cea mai bun/a prieten/a.Pe drum te intalnesti cu feluri si feluri de persoane care stii ca desi te opresti la barfa cu ei ceea ce le-ai spus se va afla peste tot si ca ei nu vor ramane in viata ta.Dar totusi te opresti.Sa vorbesti.De ce?Nu poti gasi scuza?NE PLACE SA NE MACINAM CU PROPRIILE 'PROBLEME'.Ca sa ne stricam judecata optimista si ziua ideala.Pentru ca am invatat sa nu ne mai bucuram de ceea ce avem in jur.Pentru ca viata este ca un vant rece ce bate intr-o padure plina de fantome urlatoare si vrea sa treaca prin cel mai stufos copac,dar copacii de acolo nu au frunze.Asa este viata.&lt;br /&gt;Cand ceva ce iubeai numai este langa tine;realizezi ca a trecut numai e acolo ,iar tu esti mort..patruns de o durere nesfarsita ce iti sfasie sufletul si trairile..De unde vine?DIN DORINTA NOASTRA a DRACULUI de jegoasa de a distruge orice lucru perfect.Chestia de mai sus nu e nimic psihederic,de jale sau maniaco fucked up depresiv.DELOC.E ceva real ce se intampla.Vrea sa se ajunga la o singura chestie: NOI NE CROIM VIATA.Iar eu asta am realizat azi.Jurnalule,tu ma intelegi mereu stiu asta.Fii sigur ca ceea ce spun eu nu e nicidecum urat,nici rusinos...dar..am incredere in mine..nu doar in ceilalti..Imi doresc ceea ce am si am ceea ce nu pot avea,dar ceea ce pot avea e chiar in fata mea.Fraiere,uita-te in jur..chair daca te crezi oropsit..nu,nu e nimeni MAI rau decat tine..nu exista cineva mult mai rau..asa nua r exista nimeni al carui suflet plange mort de beat dintru cacat pentru ce?PENTRU NIMIC.Pentru ceva banal..STITI CE E O TRAGEDIE?Sa afli ca ai o boala..oricare ar fi ea..Sa te simti rau...Sa iti maora cineva..astea sunt cauzele reale pentru ca cineva sa se simta rau..M-am saturat de talente.Concluzia finala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xw-m4jEY-Ns" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284806956737908877-5378318084715858873?l=iulyka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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