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life without a head, the days continue, the air is still in silence, if you do not get sick, I think I have forgotten how to cry.
August, the city's summer, still warm, the window, the wind ask face, hair flutters in the wind, see also the weekend.
the house was empty, whole body drooping pale purple gauze curtains, deeply moved by the wind in the summer under the gently flowing, music, melancholy, sad and decadent, the table mess, disheartened tired, pick up the phone, but I do not know the call Who, think about it, or forget it.
child is not around, seem to have nothing to do, look out the window, people to drive to, empty, confused, hopeless, like a small wounded animal, alone licking the wounds of pain.
time is wasted in such a manner, from the fingertips lightly over the.
hopeless future of suffocating, if it continues down this cold and lonely [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], one day, you will disappear, driving into the distance [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the soul is burned sooner or later, your presence, but no one who would go to Italy again.
plants bloom or wither, the law is always natural, heart aloof, indifferent pale.
independence of the mirror, laugh, haggard face no vertex color, life continues to move forward, from beginning to end, you can only rely on their own.
actually been to, you're just wandering.
large half months ago, suddenly remembered the little disease, is so silent tears sliding down a woman this strange creature, his thoughts will be decadent wild moment, if the summer night meteor falling debris, scattered to breaks, hiding No one in the corner, wrapped in layers of his own, crying features, has always been woman's strengths.
days in the flow, the future remains unpredictable manner with, the miracle did not occur, true love has been growing far ... ...
cycle time goes by, when youth, we are just kids and teenagers, sitting bicycle the beam, which he in his arms, feeling his lips in kiss my hair, his breath clean and light, mixed with chocolate and a faint sweetness, pleasant breeze of the passing that the heart, the hair style always be sweet blown mess. . . . . . Always thought, there are a lot of time to splurge, casual speech is the promise of the highest power Shanbengdelie, young love long dark submerged AIDS, I feel I want to pet, even if everything still, he can give me.
fleeting Gone, people have gone, the air was full of the smell of his left, scattered here, come and loose, repeatedly alternately hovered, bamboo shoots after rain, the emergence of the crop of another crop of land.
thirties age, should learn to forget, or adaptation, or if simply a straightforward manner, too terrible, so I understand the simple truth, and satisfying, always stubborn.
surging crowd, the heart-warming to find the man gone, he died before he, who will accompany me to the end of time?
bar, look to the middle-aged unbridled laughter to kiss no one else, mind biting cold, tired and cold, desolate confusion, that illusion. Heart Qieqie, can not believe anyone doubts whether the world still sincere feelings, hypocritical, false, drama, bubble, love is desperate.
sneer soul, the heart was intermittently changeable, warm the cold, and day by day, continuing old.
In fact, you're just too lonely.
broken heart, like to burst the bubble exploded in the chest with the original you just body, except the children had each other, in fact you have nothing.
do not love lightly loved, have lost their capacity for love, warmth is kept sealed in memory, happiness is only fragments, all of the beautiful pieces all have been disillusioned, at this moment, you're just a leaf floating duckweed alone , no love, no future.
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a lonely woman, has no idea how their own anesthesia, hand grasp just fireworks, eyes closed, palm smoke quietly dispersed.
air is humid, a few drops of rain fell sporadically and dock, and look forward to a heavy rain, the cold of the soul requires liquid water.