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every night in the dark, I lit a cigarette, the wound started aching heart, I do not want to admit it is because I want you!
curl of smoke gradually dissipated, I began to understand,
timberland boots uk, can be called a wound is painful to me, if you can have a feeling called happiness, there can be a time called Things Past , can have a pain, healed after the name was numb. I really do not ########ing clinging to our past, refused to let go.
history as painful to me, I began to learn to live like a happy, busy and fulfilling day, but gradually with the passage of Things Past, the hearts of the wound began healed, my heart began to gradually numb, gradually the passage of time in this process, I will one day grow old, and by then I was not even remember your hug and your taste?
let go of you, it is 说给自己听's. Happy,
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it because of her presence. I always can not completely trust your feelings, even when you say you love me,
timberland boots sale, I am also thinking, is not the same as you said to her words. How do you ask me in the end to get my heart. I make things difficult for you: Oh, it was summer then, the city not to put the fireworks. I do not know how you escaped the eyes of the police? Or maybe they like me dizzy by fireworks dazzled and forget to exercise their responsibilities?
is the fireworks that night I opened their hearts to it? I do not know,
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However, the consequences of opening the heart to love is to own tortured black and blue. Perhaps our fate is really like fireworks so short. If we are short of fireworks destined fate, then I would rather you had to send me one thousand cotton.
If you can re-choice, I would tighten the curtain, do not watch the dazzling fireworks sky, abandoning a night of fireworks, they do not face the splendid solitude after, maybe I would not be so dark, not like that in a small corner of the dormant, relying on the power of alcohol numb.
you have left, and I will become someone else's wife one day, if meet again, you will not hold me tight?
day without love, I chose a man brilliant, like the mountains and plains of alfalfa flowers, plain and self to open. Give me your fault, I really should not be your fault and torture to myself, is not it?
fireworks have fallen, and we, even meet, it is yet so far away, but you do want to better off than I am, I only live up embarrassing exit. . . . . . . . . . . .