The sadness is always, like a sponge absorbs water of life until she died.
Feeling the desire and strangle a time, is to fill the sea of rocks and try to cross.
When you see you can not bear the emptiness of loneliness, if the force is only in your saliva, learn to act.
The marks left on the face of life are the traces left by the love in the heart are read.
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