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Credeam ca vei fi mai blanda cu mine, dar m-ai aruncat salbatic aici de unde doar strigatele mai amintesc de mine…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Un status pentru cel/cea ce stie ca nu-l merita: Ai fost , vei fi si vei ramane aici… in inima mea&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mi-ai spus ca ma iubesti, acum imi arati ce putin…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nu-mi spune nimic, e mai bine asa, as vrea sa te cred, dar azi nu mai cred in noi…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sunt plecat/plecata… culeg flori de tristete…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tristetea… cuvantul care spune ca ceva nu e bine…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tristetea- o stare trecatoare, singuratatea- o stare…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Singur/a si trist/a, nici nu cred in tristete! nici nu e nevoie, e chiar aici langa mine…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ce soare trist! ieri parca era mai vesel…a! nu ieri! de mult… tare de mult…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Petalele care cad nu se mai lipesc, inimile care se despart nu se mai unesc, lacrimile care curg nu se mai opresc…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287563341267879032-7724199733459067911?l=statusuridetristete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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