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 Posted: Sat 13:56, 07 May 2011 Post subject: Maybe I really love you |
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Everything is chance
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Internet. Coptis a cup of tea [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], listen to over and over again, See Every time I hear him shouting: Coptis
I drank tea, feeling Sese [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], do not know what would be inside with the taste of milk?
I am 19 years old, and others saw only 17 years old. I am 17 years old, others saw only 15 years old. Why, I do not know. Only in that year. When he texted me that he loved me that somehow, I have inexplicably promised to fly [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], that I have not met the boy, as his girlfriend.
fly my city and the city only half an hour's drive. When I first came to the completely strange city and I fully trust him - I never met a boy. He and I went shopping together, along with the Internet, together [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], ate together into the hotel. I remember he had promised not done anything for me. I trust him, but so was his woman. 17-year-old eyes of others I am 15 years old, with my first man.
fly the next day I said calmly: me, and I remain indifferent. : I poured half a glass of milk
to berberine tea inside, watching the creamy white milk and yellow tea blending. I Duanqichabei, drink one, the feeling changed.
QQ above I often think of the source is not like him, from the source should be a mature man, he knows when I'm sad my old wounds torn intentionally or unintentionally, and then I painted cream. And he was so boyish, selfish Debu the eyes of others, I think about 15 years old. I asked why use the name from the source, I will no longer words. I forgot, I am already 19 years old, two years had passed.
eat of that berberine. I said to him: I feel the bitter throat.
front of the screen, fingers bent into the arc of the lonely, lonely, beating out the text. In the text into a tragic love the beautiful, watching the birth of people in their own hands, and then die.
all chance / Let me play the role of the lonely / air was filled with the bitter smell of Coptis / throbbing heart is that somehow / maybe / I really love you /
Qiao Wan, sleep.
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