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stop-go stop-go

Maybe this is my life right
fact, I do not know when to stop is the most appropriate time is when
best time to go
fact, I would like to have been non-stop or do not go


a lot of memories only your own


heart away with it.
whether they will be left behind, and then continue its drift.

2010.07.24 had sex


I did not know which way the wind from blowing, nor the direction to which intimate floating.


has been reluctant to write because they are afraid their addiction


but I always still need one of their own holes in the trees






vast world, where is it the end? Where is my ......






do not know what time, begin to love someone to listen to music. Listen to the rhythm of heavy knock in the tympanic membrane.


I mean,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], even at the election map.
a text is not long,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it will select the most suitable color.
like feelings.







began flooding


slow pace and I am still in past years

seemed dazed

atmosphere

so perhaps out of tune to me New Hope did not have any to speak of



a long time have not been exhausted so insignificant

days dangling memory disorder as

Gomi knocked over the bottle was trying to hide something to hide





say everyone is a king

in their own world domineering

To me, a no

ideas of their own have long forgotten how to squander the



a man accustomed to the simple love

just a strange look on the back to back

end

can embrace only the bitter aftertaste sour



not to flout the law of the

learned to caution their love will not be loners



unparalleled beauty somewhere already has a set number
rainy season


eyes drifted across the flower catkins, I put it blows the sky.


he said,
happiness, the gods of death was witnessed a prairie wildflowers. He died in
extends far, far away on the tracks,
Maybe it is the gateway to paradise.



I have been looking for an answer,
that is,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],
human well being in the Lengnuanzizhi speak or not.
but I was told,
happy there,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],
but it is not so perfect.
except that it is defective.
I began to believe,
In this cold world,
perhaps there is another person,
hell and high water for you and only come to you,
tell you what happiness is.



small four said so, he can sense the location of your being.
looked straight ahead all the way,
through the day and night,
come to you, saying,
a long time.
He is God arranged for you.
only happiness, but also painful blind.
this,
perhaps the love of all defined.
even if you think that love is a lie,
be assured that,
happiness is not, it truly exists.
simple but shine. Truly exists.
simple but shine.
tell only you can understand the feelings
eager to face the wind blowing the day to a quiet mind that hot, a kind of indifferent.
more grown up more lonely
write the words that only you can understand

I insisted, and adhere to the heart-breaking. Looking back over those who adhere to the wound.
buried with outsiders who would not say the story and mood
repeated every day life, day by day busy ......

So, here
Maybe I have slowly become longer insisted.
memory but forgot to give all looked up and walked





Let me of talking





started to drink water. Start??. Start listening to music. Falling in love with the warm colors

to do things that are done, should not do, have done.

that meet people, meet, and should meet the people, but also met.

the mistakes are made, should not be mistakes, but also committed.



restless light in the summer heat, has become a main theme.








they say: Your picture is beautiful.
I said: Well, is beautiful, kind of helpless pathos.

not it, most of them are looking at the angle.
I look forward to, although not expected, but they are still waiting.
people around but can not get any comfort to accompany

next intersection will never meet?






another year of summer
because I no choice.

always remember the phrase: If no memory, however humble people ......


weather good times and bad. Feeling as if cold wind blowing that time still in the early spring.

life, as always, from dawn starting city enveloped in fog, blind to the face.

night the day, alternating the Love of my youth.

used to light the quiet in the greenhouse.

ear gradually accustomed to the flow of melody.
faint smell of summer rains.
next stop where?
afraid that they think too much afraid of their own over and over again

has been in the strange, is not love each very suitable for all must be very bumpy.
still, I did not understand the true \

they say: You are good.
I said: is not it?
what I'm selfish, I gave up too much. I hurt too much.

they say: to uphold, do not nobody will certainly not do it .
I say: Well.









breeze in, and that familiar voice floated out.
a lot of things will change.