I admit I can not endure

c5qh6156 · Wysłany: 26 Mar 2011, 12:0 Temat postu: I admit I can not endure

sitting on the rooftop

daydream looking at the sky

depression who cried pain?

a look at the sky The night was dark and tranquil

very confusing thoughts

do not know what your thinking every day,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], sitting in a daze

utilized to gaze at Dream trance

a place is always such a crush on false

feeling lonely too lonely, helpless,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in addition to memories, memories I do not know Why can

two sadly I do not know where to go before

people laugh, I was so lonely strong

behind me, but is so brittle

night,

started to like the word

started Fall in love with the lonely cry

Who hurts?

listen over and over again

listen over and over again

unknowingly falling tears the

I admit I can not endure

tired,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], tired heart to not know how to do

unique know that I would rest

How long must a man I do not know

afraid to accept

Why does not someone give me hug

why no one hugged me gently say everything Why would the past

nobody to comfort me I do not know who to tell I'm going to find that they are decadent

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do not know how to do

Everyone asked me how the

listless

day invariably with a straight face

not happy that I do not know how the

I just know I'm tired and I want to rest

only I hope you do not disturb me anymore

This is the only

- yo

A person.

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Forty-three years seems like a long time to remember the name of a mere1)acquaintance. I have forgotten the name of an old lady, who was a customer on the paper route in my home town when I was a twelve-year-old boy. Yet it dwells2)in my memory that she taught me a lesson in forgiveness that I shall never forget.
On a winter afternoon, a friend and I were throwing stones onto the slanted3)roof of the old lady's house from a spot near her backyard. The object of our play was to observe how the stones changed to missiles4)as they rolled to the roof's edge and shot out into the yard like comets5)falling from the sky. I found myself a perfectly smooth rock and threw it out. The stone was too smooth, however, so it slipped from my hand as I let it go and headed straight not for the roof but for a small window on the old lady's back porch6). At the sound of fractured7)glass, we knew we were in trouble. We turned tail8)and ran faster than any of our missiles flew off her roof.