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  • Sunday's spillage
    Time flows by, day by day, step by step and everything is changing. Immature limited thoughts are getting blurred, faded, and new shapes, crafted by pure disappointment and lost faiths, are taking their place. Painful wounds are killing me from inside,...
  • Pošliapané
    Sklonila hlavu, zaborila sa do slzami zmáčaných vlasov. Roztrasenou rukou, sprevádzaná vzlykmi rozbúreného emočného vedomia, siahla do svojho nočného stolíka. Vytiahla balíček tabletiek, tri si nedočkavo vhodila do úst a zúfalo zapila lacnou vodkou. Pr...