night, flickering lights, will I drown, quietly listening, Ling-Ling the wind out of the window broken pieces, whose thoughts and in Gone with the Wind Fly, drunk still unawakened. illusion, is your figure looking at me smiling. lonely visit, hate, they do not live up to expectations, the tears slowly draw down ....
memories, really scary. Miss really good bitter. But all of this, absolutely no stretch period. Tears like never raised the flood. Relentless flood the body with remnants of that warmth, ruthless, immersion that has been crusted wounds. So once again wound dehiscence, pain has long been numerous - everything has been thought that time can dilute the pain, he thought that after numerous wake up, have your dream will be forgotten. But it did not. Think it has become increasingly clear that pain talks about Life.
this moment,
宝宝1岁前每月学一动作：翻书促进眼手协调, I suddenly felt so familiar, as if like a yesterday. there is no breath of life, live a good feel boring every day panic Huhu, find life goals, now is probably walking corpses over the life of it.
I have been defeated
seriously the feelings of each, the result always ended in failure. the first time may be someone else's fault, but the second may be own wrong. ask someone else, I was wrong in what? the result is always available, you are not wrong, is wrong. strange, since I do not wrong so why not go last? friends tried to comfort me, saying that fate yet to come , but why do I think that fate when the time is indeed the end of the signal? Mourning of the world, only Mourning always, always just a quiet, silence, meditation. If one day, someone can change the Mourning of the world, perhaps the real happiness from that moment to start again. This is the only
time to start chaos, already learned insomnia, closed room, cigarette butts everywhere, the air was filled with thick smoke. groggy, head blank , uncomfortable, tobacco and alcohol as a catalyst, a trace of sadness in my heart, pain, and instantly take all .....
then a smoke, or one's heart is once again the memories of that period of moldy feelings. These I can not afford to give up, even sad. In every night I will come up with them. They brought me to enjoy the kind of lonely, kind of lonely. I used to slowly disappear and easy to do it. Now I exude the taste of sorrow. Maybe this is my escape on such a mundane way, and now I began to try to get used to.
mad lonely time, I like to dream, and sometimes dream that he was a child prodigy, smart people to envy, and sometimes do not understand anything they want, the face of frustration when you can say I do not understand the lack of courage to make us numb. I always wanted to go its own way a breath, rebellious movements, as well as silent and wanton soul of people,
Lonely heart, but it was perfect, I can not do. Only one person, my real self, it has always been the case, learned to camouflage themselves in the hypocrisy, the fear of pain will come off guard, like subtlety, like the lyrics, love in this world there are so many paradoxes , will not necessarily get out carefully, we lack so much trust between the final door is still no way to open the door. Perhaps this is the reason we are accustomed to silence.
own, able to escape, get away, is a lonely, lonely suffering, struggle, persist and give in, the wandering million times, Watching the previous dream, I am the only person living in the memory of the gentle inside.
smoking is not a physiological need, it needs a heart, I agree. Indeed, in the lonely or sad, no one sitting in the corner, quietly point a cigarette, a deep whiff, a meet. Perhaps, you do not know, I was lonely, so I am not happy, and never talk to people. Just one person, only one person, quietly smoking, silence. I never cry in front of others sad, I let the tears betray my weakness, although I do not really strong, I do not what to tell people,
Moncler Eric down jacket black, I think, no one can understand. I do not want people to fully understand me, so I placed all my thoughts are that a little cigarette. Lit it, my heart will be an indescribable comfort, watching the little flames flickering,
Next life , let me love you, I feel a little unusual calm, look after the ashes, my heart always feels like a relief, because I your name written on the cigarette, and sucked into the lungs, so that you keep a distance from my heart recently.
repeated day by day in the life ,...... breeze, and floated the familiar voice that, in light of this restless summer, hot, has become a main theme, eager to face the wind blowing over the day, to a quiet mind that hot, a kind of indifferent. But I do not know which direction the wind from blowing, nor the direction to which intimate floating.
whether my tears you can see my scars? If I can silence you hear my voice? Forget a person like a person than perhaps even more difficult, so bitter tears shed silently face down, hiding in the night alone in relying on the windowsill, my heart's pain who can know? Can do is smile to make others look at the surface of the see. Only love of people makes you laugh the most sweet, but it also makes you the most pain, the deepest truth. Of course, sad memories are beautiful, beautiful as this point only, on the collection to the bottom of my heart forever. At least, I have reason to smile.
Injury , in the extension .
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