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lay a narrow single bed, the silence out of the window, you can almost hear the sound of bone growth. Love will die

many people look back, like to say a word: tragic number of young must do. Memories of youth, Flesh, All things old are forgotten, licking his lips but also a vague sense that the year's fishy sweet blood.
she did not know whether the passing of her youth.

in that she had ever experienced, she loved a boy. Then love, love, she took him as her first final of her her forever. In the most difficult days of the dark [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she still carefully guarding the feelings, not willing to let go.

not willing to let go [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as if it will let go of the past with their own hearts are dispersed in the vast universe, no longer find it back.

gaunt ruin his life, takes only a few dusk.

yellowed pages of paper with unintelligible sentences applied indiscriminately. She always has such bad habits like [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], say, a beautiful sentence will come as free to apply, so the pile of mess on the table was no way to clean up piles of manuscript paper, for fear of missing out on this treasure of a sentence, the sentence.

life ... ... life have withered long it? She is not the novel's heroine. We are not. After a few lines written in pen where long life.

Therefore, regardless of good memories, bad memories, forget the words will simply remember it, just like you have been in his own wound, and then release it, and suddenly felt less pain.

long time ago, she could not remember how long, or it may just yesterday only. They mocked her [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], would not be happy without love. As if the love of the legendary ghost, a love for a living.

the city and now she finally back away, our love finally stand up to the hall, but after the rumors, and finally with a cold.

two

his long gaze MSN's new signature: Each morning is like a slap in the face, reminding me that if the school does not forget to carry despair.

a long time to even think sour eyes.