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2011-05-30 23:22

Yesterday was rampant, and bonds of settled You say you want believe that life is given to the magnificent,ugg boots sale clearance the tears are a gift of the novel. No need for that piece of traumata, deeply shocking. Stands in the thumb to see the wreckage of yesterday, there trance corner sigh. Hear the memories of ups and downs and orderly dumping breathing, and shadow, but going against the track and he started the game. Twilight everywhere, the head of drift in the passing years, greet the pupils looked everywhere messy. The original only, awakened too late to be carded, too late to be powder paint, too late to be discarded memories. Text, yo restless, the hands of the pen, pull up door on the wanton taboo. India under the previous scale, time incredulously, staring in the palm of the remaining share of little courage. But I have not tell, a few quarters under the Indus rustling rain? Leaving only the ink stains, rendering my plain fleeting Kam. Today interpretation fits Still behave, despite the script already familiar with, but again and again was portrait of interpretation. Follow the clock goes on, step by step, gradually abandoned the guard who, who invaded the surprise? My story, like a surly dead, lying on the deep sky, the bird under the rocking chair, posture slightly strange. The second air, no longer afraid of depression, no longer afraid of crowded, no longer afraid of self-deception. You say, happiness is too eccentric, it will eventually be killed banned. I have the amount of clear, the sun spread a few meters? To speak, in the heart of every step of the years, careful, but non-stop. Today, go too swift, my pens, to and fro, page after page of repeated, no new story. Boring people get despicable, tasteless people get paralyzed. Memories are dim night light, painted orange and yellow rain, in the dark, self shortage of fans. Tomorrow, sadly, after an absence of memories Day after day, off the east west. I am a small voice to say to you,ugg boot discount tomorrow, to go to tree-lined, to see women with short hair. This is our promise. Now, you already can not wait to escape commitment to lose the wanton, who gives me unrealistic thick, pushed me to the bottom, I whinny cry? Start ridicule ridiculed, everything is self-willful. Tomorrow, start suspended calculating your heart, I occupy a few parts per. Tomorrow, and begin to lose meaning, the story continues termination. Tomorrow, after an absence of memories, attributed to John Death 

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