Iarna asta nu va trece niciodata. Ninge si ninge si nu se va mai opri niciodata. Nici nu vreau sa vina primavara. Cred ca am intrat in pasa de masochism de care imi spunea si el. Not in the mood to be happy. Nu vreau inca primavara. Mai vreau sa simt viata, sa simt durere si sa stiu ca nu va trece niciodata, asa cum nu trece nici iarna asta. Si baby, don’t bother, I’ll be fine..
Nu de alta, da zapezile chiar se topesc in fiecare an 
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