Dolls
 

God said: you are the child back.
I stared nodded, but I actually do not know where to go.
God said: reach out to babies.
God was very kind I obediently held out his hand,Vibram FiveFingers Bikila, I do not want him furious.
he gently held my hand and then took out his pocket some fine tether, I am happy, but too points a award of God.

God out of the multicolored lines, cautiously 1 along an bar in my body
I have some loss, which namely doing it, and some grief
tin I hold back tears, can not let God melancholy I quietly thought.

eventually, all the lines are tied my body, and some colorful feel.
can cry some heavy but I calculate God can not love me, so I can not ache him.
God said: the child behind. Then God took me darted into the climate
I close my eyes I ambition to be solitary I broke, yet I fell quite lucky I am seeing down below the smokes in
, a muddy,Vibram FiveFingers Sprint,
I ascertain a neat the area down and assumed the future,
I saw the pretty flowers, but want to pick that can not move my hands and feet Shan.
I Shizhao to comply with all rules, very successful,Women Vibram FiveFingers Speed, hands and feet can be without any restrictions.
so I learn a little bit of everything here,
all the things I lost my emancipation but I do not all see the merry smiling face of God like God
Guaixiaohai.


this direction, I attempt to do nice each day until the day the child
I saw the same clothe and my guy,
he was very proud smile very mighty mentioning swearing a very noisy laugh,Vibram FiveFingers Flow,
why he can?
I see he has entire the colorful lines cut off.
he saw me,Women FiveFingers Performa, I smile, laugh, and I see it.
I laugh because it exposed the same guy,
face thin and seedy,
God will not let him,Vibram FiveFingers, I understand. . . . . . . .


that guy we met the afterward day he died, not for God is God seize
collar this child is fair a re-tie the line will put us back in
. . . . . . . . .
knot. . . . . . . .
I Zhengzhu Yes ah, I panic God only tied us.
Until immediately I base. . . . .
I am tied to be God's puppet, carrying the daytime his dream to fly. . . . . . . . . .
crying I cut a beautiful line, and then plunged to the sea
. . . . . . . . .
where is my heaven