Nikola Dabic Biography

Another illusion, I wondered.
What are you, really?
I don't know in which direction to think about you.
How do I force myself to do what's right—
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We sit beneath the moonlight, and you speak to me of pain.
I listened carefully, every moment,
you told me how they shattered you,
how they walked all over you.
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I'd drown myself in just enough liquor
for you to use me again—
and still, I'd come back,
because in your bed,
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You think fear defines you.
You don't allow yourself to explore the depths where you might drown.
Maybe it's a trauma you can't overcome,
maybe you just can't do it alone,
...