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2125680 2009 年 01 月 13 日 16:57 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (2) Category: Personal Diary
love In the quiet night,
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when writing became a part of life, so in life can have a hint of sadness, have been accustomed to such a sad state,
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tacit nor cry of the past, so sorry to stay in the mind, some things missed, there will never be repeated, bowed his head, I smile in silence, which also affirmed their own way of living and status I do not see my fear of loneliness, only with the network of each other, in a cycle between the direction that I could get lost.
I go from here tomorrow, if I still fester so down, where is my grave, too trivial, too much burden, some people know what to do even more helpless . Beyond our struggling in the mud, face time, I know I'm wasting my life, eager to escape from this world in the next second, you can run around tomorrow to face the reality faced and continue to repeat still live.
regret not doing their best to suppress the sadness was so decadent and stubborn will to wander now and then read back those bits and pieces from memory,
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in a moment, I really want to have someone to care for himself,
belstaff leather, looked around but it is so quiet, picked up the mood, did he realize that no one can understand my world. Love is not as beautiful heaven, those buried in the ruins of the emotions, who stepped on, who remembers? Subconsciously feels a bit aggrieved.
that hurt the heart of the song, who is to blame.
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