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ademiaimh · Posted: Thu 6:23, 24 Mar 2011 Post subject: Sad walking the edge in the mood

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April condensation in the cool earth fingertips. Slowed the pace of spring jumping has been reluctant to close about or do not want to close.

the sun I stood in the air looking for marks left by the broken inadvertently see their own reflection gently step on a bit the original shadow will be pain. Finally realized after turning the fragile and finally know that the past is not past immersed in the heart of sadness still maintained a night deep in the distance from the light.

So look I look forward to the day the sun can shine into my heart. Thus in the waiting time and time again I'm used to the invasion of tears.

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I cut the sun and then trim to hold in the palm streamer gesture as the hope away. I folded and then folded Acacia to put into the shape of the reflection of the bottom of the night blocking the continuation of pain.

I wanted to forget some things like the day such as the dark night and ... ... you. However the yearning to jump front of the screen stubbornly memory with years of pain by the way submerged fleeting time they carved a road blotting. Revealing gaps in time and space dazzling light lit at the apex of the heavy stigma. It was a dare not to forget the encounter it is the most beautiful season of life shook hands it is interactive in the inner disk tenacious obsession.

So look I look forward to the next cycle of dormant place to start for you. Thus in the waiting time and time again I used to choking breath.

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meteor across the night sky dotted with the thick ink that fleeting bright cover shows a heavy breathing the awakening of repressed desire. The tears that haunt the air humidity since the crest from the bottom of the heart.

who revived the sad eyes? Standing on the ferry spring swallow Juezhao sad heavy. Who launched a massive miss hiding behind the mind light dance from the War of sad. Tonight with a tear dripping time grasping the line of depression folding dressed in dreary Mu in the Tang and Song being. Broken mottled shadow across the years of the textures to render memory posture balderdash.

So look I look forward to the dawn of the legend can be washed in cold dust. Thus in the waiting time and time again I'm used to the lonely longing.

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Acacia a thin back. The back of each section are hidden emotions or happiness or sadness. I stay in the shadow of the wind break always reluctant to leave.

I have not learned to forget the past please give a miss understanding. When the sun falls the lonely heart can have a rest area. I have not learned in the happy past please give an understanding of grief. When night approaches can be a way to stay frustrated hangover.

So look I look forward to the soul can be released. Thus in the waiting time and time again I'm used to the lonely echo.

April walking that touch the edge of the sad mood the wind scattered rub it into the night and finally turned into dust and mud.