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ralph lauren paris
Gone with the Wind Ling
finally
hung on high to make their own soul when
it will slowly drift down
my heart calm
I did not cut the self-esteem
floating Ling
sprinkling of debris under the glass neon
not be turned into confidence
chasing worldly ambition
performance
just quietly find resistance to a plain
I do not know what is lost
but I understand you do not see the person can not hear your voice
will probably never
is always best to seek my eternal
eternity is the eternal loss of the original when you
I have learned a habit of walking alone
Could it be that this is the lonely days of concentrated
What can I say I was too tired
not used to the feeling torn tell
I gave up for you not to give up your
can hinder you but to give up all my
only to discover I was wrong
a world tired tired