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It up. I am sure someone knows more than I love it. Rhythm melody waving and slowly, stop break ground in the quiet sleep, read music on the collapsibility of a camel jump move. Glass, breakable! It pierced heart, it was happy to see through the presence and the present recession, confusion, look at the dark face goes on …
… depression and happiness gap is not insurmountable, bewildered and suffering are not synonyms! Really! I worry that people will cry for me, it looks like I will be hand and foot measures. I am really afraid. "Maybe the things I fear too much." People thought I had it. Oh! I wrote it, got up, took the backpack and quietly
Left the hubbub of people, to see the sky outside is a touch of powder blue. Great. Share the joy of inexplicable heart. Were taken by surprise. Flashing lights at the crossroads turn this color as paralysis lost, so that did not even feel. Akahi escape cloud Margaret, were more sharp and presumptuous. UV direct burning my retina. Immediate burst

The Garden of Eden? Perverting the noise to the habit, but really hard relieved. Blowing in gusts of depression, with the dust and smell of Bluebell confusion, I inexplicably moved, happy tears too, may be too meager. Have been telling myself "I am not a sad child," actually a desolate heart. I huddled in a corner, with glazing eyes watching
Me from afar … … well, it should leave me to stray. I did not leave it. Then it away from me and go, and go far, has no audio. Heaven in my depression, and one day, received a text message coming from SMS to tell me "Well, it can not find my way home, they lost in the vast
Sea of faces, many people want to adopt it, it is only willing to return to your side, but can not find you. "Oh! ? May have passed away to be difficult and maybe also miss my attention, but I have not found happiness in the eyes of the shape, even the back of all fuzzy … … I gave

Of scars. Fingers crossed the sand, collapsing in the wind, autumn leaf stem erosion of bone. Flew over a meter the sky, leaves were gone in the ground, left heart never vanished. Let me off please? Even if only one meter.  Inscription summer, noon. Among the common people lost in the hot, dog days of summer’s heat in the air
Infiltration head. Fu Zao weather, at any time changing. Around the issue of Hmechanical sounds, there are procedural mechanical smile. Busy people, hurried footsteps, dull eyes; idle people, and time smell the. In short, the wasted, in the destruction. Rusty metal plate covered the sky, through the middle of translucent glass sandwiched in a meter and can not see the
Color of the sky. As the onemeter long covered with translucent glass dust. Dust noisy trajectory. Sunshine is very sharp, it stung the dusty glass shot in, the light is still presumptuous. My sky is so big, one meter. Neon light flashed white skin, looked pale and weak. No wind, and it is hidden in the absence of uproar in

Allow girls to tell him of these may no longer care about that … boys. din of cities, girls hovering outside the home boy, looking at which heat and light, as if she was the only one world, one desolate life, and she turned and girls in the winter … no longer simply pleasant, but not mature enough. no one
Found her changed, as she must face every day, the boy, then she smiled, a smile to the world. This is a true story, it happened to me side, one of my dearest friends who. she loves a good hard work, good poor, but she told me that love him enough to feel happy and satisfied! I told her: "You
May well point out here." She but silly to me: "Remain here, at least … at least I can see him every day, do not you." Girls love … so black and blue do you believe in fairy tales? love in really there is a miracle I believe you ….. Across the floor window, gravel flying high, summer interpretation din

Him breakfast, gave him knit up … he is gone, to another a happy place, I heard a new house, where he prepared and a rose, I heard he was going to get married … . girl would like to wish, but she suddenly found himself not so great, there is no way she looked at him and the other
Hand when the girls look happy, she could not hear his tender for another call girl, she can not accept when church bells sounded, for his is another girl … but, as so love him, so the girls are willing to understand it all, she left the calm … is ah, love it that he let his happiness ! girl
Wrote a long message, but according to the number he gave up sending him the last time she really want to say "I love you", she really want to good to let him know, this is really hurt she wish, wish, well ask him "Do you really want to give me the right way" … but the reality will not

What reason is also called love!" "Life’s a big gamble, to be a responsible man, she dares to bet, let her win." One of the last call: "again her to marry him! "Then I stood in force is the door, the radio sound is coming out from her room, pass out and her sobs. I held up the hands of
Rose, knocked on the door ready marry my first 101. Send a message to girls: free tonight? Time unconsciously flowed from the hair, the girl cried … he will not come again. Love away so secretly, but it left too many and too more than enough for life to stop that memory ever since she was no longer beautiful, no
Longer outstanding. Love reached the edge, it’s difficult even to pay all that she can no longer remind him to remember that cold day clothes, she could no longer can not be naughty to him”””” thiophene wow! Hello Shuaio””””, she can no longer tell him and wanted to be with you, she can no longer .. . no longer call

Will all probably change. By that time, I am really old. I’m sorry, little brother, I am not afford to lose. "force is gone, I sat a long time cafe, for a long time, heard this next table radio, the host is broadcast hotline number, suddenly burst heat up in my mind, I rushed to the nearest telephone, press the
Number. Telephone communication: the first ice pop from the year to 14 years after the last rose, and she is always in my heart the only bride, vast and bare hand I would like to partner world. Separates us, is time, time really can not beat it? I asked: "I should love her?" Put down the phone, I immediately go
To the store next door to buy a stereo radio, trembling alignment channels, hold your breath, as if waiting for God to judge. The first call: "You should love her." The second call: "She should love you." Seem to have the world’s phone rang for the channel, one after another, is a variety of voices. "Time is not a reason,

This is a popsicle on paper, 14 years ago you bought for me. One day a, total of 38. "Suddenly, her shortness of breath up, I gently said:" Do you remember, ‘I was nine that year you promised to marry me. Do you still like it? "I started to give her flowers every day, a large bunch of large bunch
Of red G Rose, with only the simple sentence : "marry me." force is always Bierbuxian, I sent a 98 beam, she finally asked me out to meet the opening: "I have, I have decided to marry a 50yearold widowed man." I Under the sinking heart to, "Why, from the nine that started, I told you 100 times seeking marriage,
You still can not be touched me?" She was silent for a long time: "not because of you I can not be moved, but because I have moved, some time so I really want to marry you like it. But I also had 23 years of age, and I wholeheartedly loved one, I believe your feelings, but your 32yearold When

Think this is A Farewell to study, graduate, find work, a little lick their wounds net, holding thousands of miles away force is linked to happiness and sorrow. One day, on the bus, slow, and I recognized a familiar silhouette, not knowing, I blurted out: "force is." She turned, smiled quietly to me, really force is competition. The past four
Years, I have 23 years of age, get older, then quietly. She was 32 years old, primary eye wrinkles, but the charm has surpassed the year. We are talking casually, that she was divorced, then transferred back to the city, she left me a phone number, we would then travel with lightly. Walking on the street, like in the window
To see our profile, my tall and her petite, this match, do not see any difference. Day, I invited her to sit my dorm room, narrow room, she sat down on the bed, knocked over a wooden box, "Hey," she squatted down to, I heard this changed the tone of her voice: " What is this? "I squatted down to:"

To get married, why do not you tell me?" She hesitated, and then laughed: "There is much to say." I suddenly exclaimed: "But, but, you said you like me." force is the face became pale, and she stared at me. I was squatting next to her knee: "Do you love that person?" She slowly shook her head: "The era of
This age, that whether patriotic is ridiculous." "Since you do not love him so give me time, give me three years, three years after I graduated, I can marry you, I, "I suddenly choking voice," I, I love you. "force is perverting the mouth , seems to want to laugh, but tears poured down suddenly: "I always thought my impression
Is wrong. had ‘turned out to be true. However, I find time for you, I have 28, and three years after 31 years old. how I could get my happiness betting on a promise of a juvenile. little brother, back to it. "I gently asked endless view:" Do you really love me? "She nodded : "Yes, I love you." I