a friendship

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a man , loved to the end ; with words, spoken to regret it ; proper way injury to numb the pain after a ; a heart , have a flutter on the broken ; a family, too Had to cut off close ; a love ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a on the end of the play was too deep ; a junction, too difficult to chose the wrong ; a friendship , too near to dilute .

some feelings , as time and distance will be devalued. Some of the longer pain onset of brewing of the more powerful. Sometimes I think deliberately in mind

Tc, but always forget. Sometimes I think deliberately forget, very big mistake .

I always used to hide his sadness with a smile ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in fact, true camouflage technetium tired , always inadvertently reveal lonely , always afraid to have too much hope of life , always afraid of People put too much technetium feelings, but on the feelings, always involuntarily, into a difficult to get away, do not know technetium to reserve for themselves ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], do not understand a technetium Tc for that little ❤ find a bullet-proof vests , only to find I Unable to get a hold something ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], even though the scars. In fact, I do not vulnerable, but I am not strong and I am only an ordinary luxury love, love the original the more extraordinary the more elusive.

Cup short walk to remain empty of people dependent sadness , often accompanied with a dream , years ❤ locked.

like me you are expelled , you left me a scar ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], this scar will not heal Road , between us too much. Man,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you hurt me so leave a few months later, still can not forget what happened between us , I want to hate you , want to hate you a little more , lilies have been litter , and since we do not have anything to do The . Thank you ever love me , I will remember and leave you Technetium Tc the world, you will find your other half , I can not give you happiness, I leave you doomed to the fate of the world .

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.