~~~Snow White and Rose Red~~~
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16.01.2020 04:38
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Who frost dyed who passed away I don't want to meet you in the wind and rain, but it is so real. The cold wind hugs you, the heavy rain kisses wet your cheeks. I can't lift your veil of sadness to understand you, but I've lost my love and loved you. Red dust mo, disturbed one after another. I can only stand in the distance and look at you. Wind and rain can wash the footsteps that come and go, but can't wash your inner sorrow. I want to step forward and hug you, tell you not to stand in the dark night and look for a meter of sunlight. The dark night is not without a trace of warmth, but after a long cold to meet the dawn, but most people leave before dawn. Life is not easy, why not let yourself go. Sometimes it seems that the husband is going, but in fact it is another way to get it. The story belongs to others, and the feelings belong to you. In the eyes of others, it really doesn't matter so much. When the lonely back stretches on the moss stone steps, deep in time, all the sorrows are just a quiet dream of the old days, such as the curtain scrolls of the West Wind's poems, and should not lie in the chest mokingusacigarettes.com, Let Frost's mind be away from the fleeting years. I am a non-speaking dumb, when two lines of tears fall on a plain paper full of thoughts, and when loneliness sheds tears in your pupils, all the time can't bear the happiness you smiled at . When the distant time weathered the dust, all my memory of you can only be met shallowly and hidden deeply. Regardless of whether it is a shallow injury or a deep pain, I stroked it with my pale pale fingertips, condensed into a ray of acacia, buried deep in the years, and using your smile to warm you is always nostalgic now, Some things that I could have grasped at the time have now been lost, and now I can feel sure that when I think about it, I gave up, saying that I may be tired or that memories may make myself obsolete. I think the person who overcomes loneliness is a strong person in another population, because no one likes loneliness, so I insisted at the beginning that most of the strong people were not very happy, and most of the happiness in their mouth was worthwhile, and I But tangled in willing and unwilling. I travel through the city at random times every day. I am tired of no one to talk along the way, and I doubt whether I am living or on vacation every day. This leisurely and contentious process really makes a person panic. In this city, you will feel uneasy, because you always think that those who are busy will be successful. Sometimes I tell myself to look away. In the life of single bed and double bed, if you do n��t have to see two people, you will be happy. If you do n��t see one, you will be very sad about happiness. The lonely method, extravagantly, just didn't see a heart being left out, so it is good to choose any way, as long as you are happy. Those invisible and visible promises will dissipate into the sea of ??clouds, so as to forgive those who live apart in life, everyone makes a separate choice is not their original intention, and may make you feel at ease, but make the other person feel that you are not enough Cherish, he loved you hard and hard, but saw that you use the routine that most people used to point at your love, including pointing at you, except you care about who is right and who is wrong, but forget you At the beginning of happiness, you are not judges, but you have become love judges, sentenced to death for love, and sentenced both parties to life. No matter if everyone seems to be a little bit struggling, I think everyone is working hard to maintain their own lives. I hope that when I meet the next person Marlboro Lights, I do n��t have to work too hard. Correcting yourself, even if your scars start the next day, at least you can accept it all in your heart, but life is like this, do n��t be reconciled, you do n��t need to be too greedy. The taste is the flower next to me Parliament Cigarettes. I am entertaining myself, but I ca n��t finish the twists and turns of my life. I am not me, but I look like me, I am not me, and still beat me. The pulse, confusion, is the self I should have experienced at my age. |
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