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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, accompanied by sad music, without thinking of beating the surging in the heart of few words, just long writing, the complaint is about a recall, catharsis is a kind of helpless. Turned the words left over the years, actually most of them full of trivial and haze, addicted to the text,
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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,
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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, only to find that my life is the most intolerable error , in exchange for a lifetime of happy moments, it seems that I lost too much, if again, I would prefer to sorrow?
in a moment, I really want to have someone to care for himself,
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that hurt the heart of the song, who is to blame.