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If you do not love a person, please let go to some fate is doomed to lose.

man cry,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], because he really loves, and if the injury is a good faith, I chose to lie; if the injury is a lie,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I choose silence; If silence is a kind of harm, I chose to leave because you do not care, when you care about a person,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], something you will often nothing to go check out his information on the QQ, even back in verse; when you care about someone, you will feel he has done Everything is right, even the erroneous thing in your eyes is so perfect; when you care about a person when,

intentionally or unintentionally, you will more than help him in life, I hope he flies than you do not want him to know; when you care about someone, you would do would first think of him either, especially when the old thinking in the shopping he will not lack anything; when you care about a person, you will have some of his unreasonable demands are pleased to accept, and never mind what it costs; if one day you walked into my heart, you cry, because it is all you! If one day I walked into your heart, I will cry, becautilize there is no me! Do not know, maybe one day in the noisy city, we pass, I would stopped and stared at the back of that is gone, tell yourself,

I loved that man! Leave me be your last choice, even if you meet know you, with you, loving you is a mistake, I would happy life for this mistake, I am nothing in itself is a person who can have with you this day is the greatest gift of God to me, just ask you if you do not love me Tell me, please? OK? Stranger, a lot of things are later see, however, when we could not find the way to have a love, apparently want to give up, but can not give up. There is a love, which is clearly suffering, but not immune. There is a kinds of love, knowing that no way forward. heart has long been bad ones, made me love the taste of death, the taste of the kind of bloody thorns with my tears; but I was afraid of hideous body after death; so have the courage close to the brink of death, in addition to bloody hurt,

I like the dark, hide in the darkness and sorrow all my brittle, hold the knee until the ethereal to his soul; a beauty let me fall obsessive, invariably think of you and I could not finish the ending. That journey was no longer export, My heart aches like a falling kite, and no one went with me into the light, step by step the pain of missing me to death, I struggled just to see you , heavy and shambling gait contaminated blood, death is very pleasant voice getting closer. Love the end when the meteor fall,

you leave in the snow, I love you in the end I stopped breathing, chest flowers bloom for you to cease my love; a world without you barren,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], there is no bright world is blurred. The world abandoned me,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], what can I care about, no occasion did not cherish, with pain into the hell, hell is dark the original. Tears stained my red hair, and I continue to enjoy the solitude singing, the pre-existence in hell I saw a mirror of our love, it was cursed impartialy tales; cursed the future existence of the curse curse the fate of the original so great and I am the world did not end, hell and heaven is just a bloody earth I was destined to pay homage to the lonely soul.

you! Is the person I am most familiar

you! My eccentricr

you! Is to let the people of my death

you! I can not forget that the people

you! My favorite people,

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The path led to a tiny village perched on the steep sides of a mountain. The place consisted of a straggling unmade road which was lined on either side by small houses. Even under a clear blue sky, the village looked forbidding, as all the houses were built of grey mud bricks. The village seemed deserted, the only sign of life being an ugly-looking black goat on a short length of rope tied to a tree in a field nearby. Sitting down on a dilapidated wooden fence near the field, we opened a couple of tins of sardines and had a picnic lunch. All at once, I noticed that my wife seemed to be filled with alarm. Looking up I saw that we were surrounded by children in rags who were looking at us silently as we ate. We offered them food and spoke to them kindly, but they remained motionless. I concluded that they were simply shy of strangers. When we later walked down the main street of the village, we were followed by a silent procession of children. The village which had seemed deserted, immediately came to life. Faces appeared at windows. Men in shirt sleeves stood outside their houses and glared at us. Old women in black shawls peered at us from doorways. The most frightening thing of all was that not a sound could be heard. There was no doubt that we were unwelcome visitors. We needed no further warning. Turning back down the main street, we quickened our pace and made our way rapidly towards the stream where we hoped the boatman was waiting.