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I'm only human And I bleed when I fall down, I'm only human And I crash and I break down Your words in my head, knives in my heart You build me up and then I fall apart Cause I'm only human.

"Ja nisam barbika koju odložiš u zaboravljenu kutiju, pa je uzmeš kad ti zatreba. Nisam od plastike i nisam prazna. Živa sam, sita igre i željna ljubavi. Ne treba mi lutkar, niti uloga u jednoj predstavi, koja svakog trena može biti dodijeljena drugome. I da, mili moj, sa barbikama su se oduvijek igrale djevojčice."

Luiza Salgado

E se eu não conseguir entrar até dia 31, feliz ano nooovo! Qualquer coisa, mandem ask :) beijus.

Behind the plastic perfection is unveiled beauty, behind the melted crayon is broken love, behind the thousands of strands is a heart longing for someone to take a stand. But none of that can happen without a man, not just a man but, a hero. Some super human with unnatural abilities. A hero every damsel in distress longs for. With His mysterious ways and kind heart, He will love her every imperfection. And when He sweeps her off her feet, away from the path of self destruction, He'll become her savoir. He has a name, little do we know, we think of him too little, but we need him too much. Don't stray too far, oh broken hearts, a love song plays as blood and water separate. Oh Yahweh, Hosanna, Jesus...more than not you've turned away, but fortunately for you this love song will never cease to play<3  

He lurks in dark alleys and wanders through the streets of the unknown. He walks through the nights of the forgotten and shivers through the cold breeze of the wind. He sees through the in-between and dig through the darkest of holes. He swims through the vast seas of the inevitable and glide through a thousand things undecipherable. He is the man seeking in a desert sandstorming, the man searching in a winterstorm freezing. He is the man uncertain, a mind injured of a past left unforgotten, a memory stabbing through multiple wounds. He is the man in constant search for love, in constant search for love he is.  The man begging of a love that was lost and broken. The man pleading for a second time, a soul offering for an exchange of one more day. But slowly will he move on, to go on, go on, and search for another love, in a soul of a new identity. A body of new life and a heart unbroken.

Let's see how this practice goess...