Sometimes men put conditions that the heart is unable to bear.
Word of Mouth accept the small print, but just thinking about it I feel a lump in the chest. Lost again in that eternal maze I fell into the crack that makes me seed ... makes me be born and die as easily, at the foot of these letters ...
may be better, sit on the side of the road and wait, that will calm the tide.
I have no mood to play with the memory, perhaps this item should be a spectator and not the main character ... to protect what remains at heart. To protect the illusion and do not waste it with bad shots. I sit next to the daisies to bloom, and I expect the moon come get me. It is time for me ... flights must be kissing you today the comforted, but not my lips.
may be better, sit on the side of the road and wait, that will calm the tide.
To give fight?
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