But, suddenly, only think of it, have not had hands-wrote a complete text of the!
often a fight to always give your own way for one reason or an excuse to stall, evade. In fact, it plainly, is not a lazy word in the play. Remember them, I suddenly fearful, afraid that they will be the habit when discarded. Because writing has become a habit my only reservation. I suddenly have the urge to cry. People say that the impulse is the devil. But at the moment, in this corner of the city, under the cover of the night I really had the urge to cry for the loss of those lost and about to lose things.
life a mess cake, mixed with busy days to see what looks like less than a head.
'll still be struggling for a life with, full of hopes dashed once again, let me scarred exhausted. This has become my one unspeakable pain, deeply. I do not know when will the insistence of coming to an end, do not know how many the courage to stick to it.
weekdays, some against one of the things that are no longer with the previous resistance, but not quietly accept and keep their mouths shut to make any remarks; for those who hate, not in a far avoided open or ignore, but to heap He is tightlipped about the expression Xuyuweishe to meet, but also said some of his own words wants to meet vomiting; sometimes think, TMD are not as easily back in his hometown, to get a job there Well, sit safely over a lifetime, an ordinary man had finished the rest of the time. Why do you want your What's so embarrassed so hard. Why should we have it here, slaving away in their teeth!
think, a friend said to me, then, the reality is this.
denied life things like this.
these years, a person, and the wind off the rain is over, along the way, seem to find a target, but always found. Remember the early years of the song Who can tell me? Parents always taught us that how you see how the people who no one, people want to learn more.
do nothing in life always have a lot of things.
final thought, I think of my friends from small to large, I think of friends from the Great to the present, think of her and him, you all right?
hope that 2009 does not want this 08.
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