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Who is that girl

Generalna — Autor instanrpizza @ 08:20
Who is that girl I think about, it is to me the other day confession of the failure. When they are in a bad mood so didn't look like a reject, now think of, and met her in the balcony, this is the fate? 
 
Think of this, I do not know why, the heart is a pity, if miss, is destiny loves to play jokes on people. 
 
May be concerned that iraqis, but I totally did not go to find her. Because without it, I can take care of all his bad, how everything together with another person is raised, only four old man let I have been working on, but I want to marry a responsible love. 
 
Love is a deadly poison, I think that I do not have the courage to touch, flesh, were you first love let me sad with that lesson, escape now become the way I treat affection. Besides, I'm still not mature, if which day, she is not worth me move? I'm a man easily tired. 
 
Ever see someone brokenhearted wrote: 
 
My breath, do you hear that a little shiver; 
 
My heart beating, do you know for you still. 
 
Love is a difficult problem, let people into a fool. Then gradually, understand the couple is very good for a person could become habit, forget the people of good, thus provoking the man's bad, in the end is not repeat is over. Finally success also leaves together to settle the rest of my life, think I was afraid, no matter from physical or mental, there are other meaningful things to do. 
 
Maybe when I have a savings, got back to confidence, I believe I can find a true lover of life. I really don't want now is someone waiting for me, let me sensitive heart pressure, become a drag on, I want to go after, to back packs to explore everything, I like Freedom, even if it will be late, but I will be very comfortable. 


memories of the past

Generalna — Autor instanrpizza @ 06:58
How to measure length of life, from birth to an unknown ending, there in years, worried by fear, some starting point in fallLoop app iphone into the river, someone fall into the river, perhaps a lot of people can cross the river, to the Banks of the river landscape hong kong tourismcan only accompany the unfinished halfway across the river, is a with a no deadline for ever.
 
Life if they could know the end, perhaps many people will be able to walk slowly, savor every detail of life. Near the end, but always suddenly found that the journey of life have too much regret, who did not finish the thing, but can only follow quietly to a world of their own. Blood unruly, ferocious knot, do not leave the footsteps of years, the fleeting time, drop across life last the last bus, sat on his grief after the scenery once again, to the car under one, tears in each other, but have never know miss one's grief.
 
Grief is the regret of life in a hurry, short in a hurry decades too late to turn back, turn head to smoke is the past, start all over again, a new starting point, but wear tight time intervals, such as less than that out of the hands, slowly disappeared in the vortex in the middle of the river. If the sorrow of life so miserable, watched miss people slowly across the river from the company team, taste is general in the heart, a kind of relief, a wisp of sadness, a glimmer of hope.
 
Death is not terrible, just soul sublimation to another world. In the end, miss is sad tears for her, that time the tears, to mediate the glimmer of hope in the heart, waiting time after the LED Lighting manufacturerbaptism of rebirth. Rebirth is the anchorage of a belief, it is in play in the heart of death. Maybe everyone can't escape this time of sorrow, free and easy man poking into unwilling to natural and unrestrained miss people, sad people, infected with more grief across the river, desperate people, encourage the more desperate stretched out his hand.
 
Life always like this, always when you are not prepared to any to give you a surprise, surprise after sad, sad after is despair, despair is after farewell, farewell after is regret. Continue to cycle and repeating some path, wish life without time limit, would rather not to some moments of happiness, rather than with the length of life, how to urge!
 
Death is the sorrow of the dead but of the living of sorrow. Perhaps for chronic illness through erosion, enron sleep to be not a relief. Meet miss people because of fate, let heart pain stripping fragmentary, patches of fall off. The finish and helpless in the face of life, perhaps at the moment all hope so don't complete result. Pain suffering injury is more flexible than the left heart. A lot of people are willing to this company, even a minute journey so be it, but how can you keep soul has gone.
 
Life fate day doomed, exhausted after the struggle can only leave a lonely time, slowly enjoy a belongs to own sad history. Including those who leave have not had time to miss the past, with the dark, in between hands and hope to wipe out a two the estrangement of fate, in the memory of waking and drunk, the burst of fuzzy consciousness, see stranger miss a lock. Human, light forget not lack of time, and not due to leave quietly buried all, can only be stretched over time, gradually fade in the heart not pain.
 
In a hurry, hurry, in has not been prepared and time of the green leaves have withered. White MianZhang, wail, sad melody, cold body, is gradually in the time of the stranded. Gradually the sun setting in the west, take the last piece of the sky.
 
Time, ice tear drop, cross, frozen in the past, leaving an unknown pain. Waiting for the festivals, laughed, cried, around the heart and take away all the memories of the past.

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