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2125862 2007 年 09 月 12 日 12:41 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (1) Classification: Emotional World
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former lovers, we now do with it? Now I stomach, perhaps it is no longer thinking of your heart that girl. You may never remember there
personal message waiting for you ask,
belstaff jacket, I'm so tired. Only let go, we did not want to eat, not sleep, until the memories stay with carved into every inch of bone, soft in my hand knocked the word here. Raised his hand, then the real show in their eyes.
they have contact with you so close to so gentle gesture of embrace your hair across your eyes, but now it all seems a dream, a dream of you in the end Where? I'm no angel, but I there is a wing - you know why? I felt the sting were you pulled out, so I have to get something out long, so you recognize me, so you ignore me that a bleeding wound. But you do not understand, the result is you my only pinch crushed wings, the color did not regret. I looked at the bare skeleton, then the direct and ugly pale. I pulled them, but also keep the two roots of suprascapular the same thing every night I go to bed are slightly too raw so. .
I was painlessly, so in a dream, I never saw you. We are lovers. Used to be. Feeling like you have given the years of the walls, nail out of a scrape on the scarred gray. Said the woman, not the thousands of the world does not love Cang hundred holes.
I know that woman who spoke words of comfort. Original intention to become a mess,
belstaff outlet, as if seeking a child by his good heart get the crushed favorite things, the feelings of regret were amplified over and over again, looking at the floor of the debris at a loss. . . . . .
the city every day with a broken heart. Because you hold off, so my hands from becoming extremely lonely, no longer hold live without clinging to anything,
belstaff online, it is hidden in my pocket, the temperature in the pocket again the extent of the assumptions. I'm sad that it no longer be your big hands wrapped all the way forward. Because with you heard of it.
all music suddenly became very nasty, pernicious in the face with them at this moment to remind me, laughing at me, I did not a trace of resistance, losing ground. We are lovers,
belstaff leather, used to be. My error was in black and white life and life on the thorn of pain in people's eyes, I really overestimated the ability of the forgotten, the ability to heal ---- only, that person is you. Between the injury and being hurt again, between understanding and understanding, I can not find reason to forgive myself. Because we are lovers, once. . . . . . I was afraid I forgot again,
belstaff jackets outlet, really I am more and more blurred, time really does make all never happened, happened did not exist, there is only a moment. Light is dim, empty light and dark, only my footsteps in doing a farewell flight. Cold cold air in the slightest crack. . .