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Wysłany: Pon 1:34, 18 Kwi 2011 Temat postu: Good warm moonlight I'm not alone |
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I want happiness, I am not a luxury.
Perhaps, I can say.
watching others minor arguments, on the sly passing notes, they are hidden in each smile of happiness, I am also happy for them now!
the world, will always be some wind and rain, even if this has been said that the rainbow after the rain. Even without the rainbow, the rain, always sunny in.
I used a pen to record their feelings, I am a sentimental person, from time to time there will be inexplicable sadness. These helpless, perhaps only quietly sigh, and then let the mind quiet. I really want to cut off all the noise, maybe I do not want to think. Do not want anything, quietly, like this, let me have a good rest on [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
some things, knowing that will happen, but never stop, not to change it, and this is the helplessness of the world. Indifferent to everything, they find themselves pursued by just how ridiculous. One of my classmates and his girlfriend broke up, I feel sorry for him for a while. It is a stubborn temper the students, but I can feel his hurt, I comfort him, perhaps, is the Advantages and Disadvantages of it!
put down the pen, faint sigh, tired all you want to disappear one day. Look out the window, the sky blue gray hair gradually, it seems to move as I feel boring. The theft of metal window to study more like a small cage.
imperceptibly over a year, year, I changed too much, even when they are blind to their own and do not know which one is the real me. Drink a few mouthfuls of the cold beverage, cold, so my heart would have become blurred together. Everybody has a vulnerable side, and in one night alone, more apparent in the head.
perhaps only a smile to disguise the tears fall down it, to enjoy the cry, to test themselves with no paralysis. The world, I was tiny [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], no one knows my sorrow, and even I do not want to touch. Life, in the end is what color? No one can go to have it on like the color of desire also some unnecessary and no longer important. Knows not, still want, this is the people. Poor people, ah! When consciousness to be! I really fear that they will know more, see more, I have long used to silence, to see people cry, I will quietly sorry for him, as much as possible to give some comfort. The surface can be cheerful, who knows how strong I will have fragile heart? Like a little girl, like a sentimental TV watched at home will shed tears for them, the slightest errors of the past long time can not explain. Perhaps I am a quiet person for, although it is more than love and showing off, but now I, of all things in their stride [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the pair did not.
students fighting, the other to find our room, I even a bit sick of all this. I do not want him to see my own shadow, he is far more than I did, maybe it young and frivolous, this fight is trivial in my original, not to mention the students and the teacher I have nearly been repaired, but this again What is the point? Now I ask myself, this is not great. I began to dislike these people, including the former himself.
Well, nothing exciting life now! May be able to really see yourself. I'm not a low-key before, and now, a person riding a bicycle at night, listening to music, wind the hair soft, cool, do not have the cold.
because of the gentle moonlight. Stay with me.
been.
(Editor: small fan)
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