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Listening to a \ points are sad ..... even the bones with a bit of sadness, it is not experienced people who do not disguise the sadness out.
a man alone is always like listening to sad love songs. was thinking that he is not accustomed to sorrow? Is not only sad part of this \ Since 2009 the first month that had been so far . I have been immersed in their own world of grief. Lonely myself, empty room. This is the only ......




tear requires preparation for life, which is my confession.

Do not say I have no tears ruthless species,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], because my tears enough to drown a city.

man's tears, real tears, never a bit false, but again and again for more hidden.

tears not to play the so-called man, is nothing more than a yoke so that men live to be physically and mentally exhausted, and finally death.

there was no one remembered as a man and his pain language.





people around the place day by day they think they can laugh things worth trouble,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], telling them day by day now, the idea of the future, regret the past. But all this has nothing to do with me. I like them even eager, unfortunately, the, but all is not the real me. I was there that the real one evening has been completely buried, buried in the moment that only I know where.
??? my life is full of fear for the future!
??? watch because I do not know what that smile every day, and trouble children. I found the biggest \ Yes. I am not qualified to complain,--- A move to get insomnia, I understand \ I am absolutely awake forever, and always know what to do or should not do, but it has never been the same loss ... ...
??? in the passing of those days, I miss half the time, with the other half forget, I do not know that I did not, do not forget that he really miss, no, maybe I know ... now I had abandoned something,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], or is it abandoned me. Perhaps not despair too much distraction, and finally became hopeless.
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??? I'll never write a number of insightful text, because I always look unsure. I knew I was in love, losing direction, is unusually eager to sleep in the dark warmth. So I just carefully that point with the remaining fire warms my heart to injury. And then one road, one sad ,,,,,,
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