There are some things in our soul from the first to grab the time, they are bound to the dark after a period of years of thinking in order to see the sky 
Color. I, unfortunately, fall in the 20-year-old's best to start a few years time. 
And then in the confusion of the force will not help in their struggle day to a vague dream, to a deeply buried in the subconscious 
I hope I was finally forced their wake-up under the sediments of many of enthusiasm to move the faltering deducted ring the door tomorrow. 
Women, which is four years of the most indifferent role in the infiltration was a struggle at times over the years choice. 
When I finally shake off their endless suffering, since the beginning of the city, all made of natural and crisp, at least, those bleak days of boundless 
Son has been gone. No longer need to struggle for the fate of a living off the discussion of any topic, because I have spent four years to hand over a 
Health of the respondents. So I decided to accept the fate of letting nature take its course, I find that for a long time, and so on and so on, or my people for a long time, and then use the remaining decades 
Efforts to create a comfortable ordinary. 
Perhaps, in such a state of mind, the single section, did a little pressure to hide inside. The clamor around, including more than single people, including family 
Has been silent but was not anxious mother, but also a few friends urged joke. 
But I still believe that fate, I believe this piece of the sky at this very moment, as there will be a gentle woman, I tend to like the delicate and sensitive 
A sense, let me come to an end years of his life to protect her and take care of her, though she was. 
She will not have to write poetry, as long as she knows I have to appreciate her warmth and well-being of every sentence. diary.ne.jp oleole20six.fr kurdblogger blogfreehere tenkomori.tv