nicoleta d.

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„many people exist, but few of them live life...”

no words are enough to say what I had lived...the words are plane and could not show the beauty that ihave lived...nothing is important to me, but my , myself and I...I could write my life with simple words but the sparkness of the real life could not be seen…

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my house

nicoleta d.•Proză•23 dec. 2005

our souls scattered around are captured in the silky cobwed of a spider they are held captive in the empty walls that listens to our words and feed of our vitalities and when they want they tell

the child in me

nicoleta d.•Jurnal•#thoughts•22 dec. 2005

i\'m trapped in a system a world without freedom the freedom that a small child asks for and cries for help but nobody wants to hear him the child begins to cry no one in helping him the