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The night was quiet, the heart mess. Listening to sad songs, the cold front of the screen, I was careful to dominate the hard trembling hands on the keyboard in the slowly beating some text. Very heart of the those happy to catch bits and pieces before. Microwave sparkling memories, are well documented but also sad. Fragments of those happy, like shining fish scales, by the time a piece of falling off, and then concentrated, and finally only with the falling leaves drifting. Have been happy reasons, has now become a bone marrow wound channel depth. The man who gave me the power of love gives me happiness [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], her smile now become so hypocritical, turned around, he drifted away, and that less and less exuberant back and eventually disappear in horizon.
I carried the pain that she gave me to come to this has been silent [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and sometimes really want to give up, really want, is not I have the courage, nor is it I have no reason, I just do not want the I leave that to them but so sad. I'm not happy, but I always have said to myself he is very happy, at least I still have in this world I loved ones of people I love, I want good value [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], that I no longer there is no reason to live. Maybe so, I was a weak, but it is not. I am very strong to face all those who have all, but often when those who come after the pain I have lost myself, either surging, head high, I just quietly watched silently, it seems very satisfied. Tears fall until cold, cut through the space dust falling in the hot land. I'm speechless, but my heart hurts. When this time I would say to myself: Road to the foot, just me stronger to go on.
do not know when to start, can not easily be said that they had. Scared of the future will no longer have, for fear it would be a permanent spell. Many many of them have gone, floating over the past years, as falling as zero. I look back at dusk to see the behind the fallen flowers, those who have really good things [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], there were numerous places so I wore the only remaining piece of the sky, silently, quietly, and soon disappeared in the gray space Lane. I'm just a little bit sad but with a strong eye to appreciate their wonderful dance, until they all vanished from my eyes.
feeling angry and lean on a railing at the drizzly rain break. Lift our sight, sky shouts and grand, vehement. Dust and soil fame thirty eight thousand miles and clouds. National hero Yue Fei poem echoes in my heart always. The same as the alarm, sounding more than. But when I bang nomination, who will in me? Who will share with me? This question every day, like thorns, like the pain I am emotional all the time stamp of the mind. Let me nowhere to run, until I bruised, bleeding. I wish she can give me a little bit of care, give me a little bit of comfort, even if the poker-faced, stood by me I will have reason to make you happy. But no, nothing, those who have had a better wind drift, with the water dies. Until I can find.
Cheng pulls back, Looking ahead, the way the vast, the heart has been hurt. -