Book: The tale of the suicide. Page 2

It illuminated his way, telling the legend of the snow: if you walk through it, the person will be happy.

Where is the sunset - soon comes the dawn.

- You, apparently, do not understand why your bookcase in just one book?
- No, why?
- See this wall? Jack filled her the books that I have read. And I put your favorite book on your shelf: start with it, if you have the desire...
I looked at the wall with the books that I have read Mr. Jack: there have been hundreds of books.

The pizza's arrived after about thirty minutes. Jack paid the courier and asked him to come in and drink hot chocolate. The courier looked at him with wondering eyes, and something muttering, left. "He obviously got scared that we want to Rob and kill," said Jack. I laughed, and Marcy c grin inserted: "To Jack, no one ever came to a Cup of hot chocolate...". "But Marcie, honey, it's cold outside, and he did us a service brought dinner," Jack answered. ". for which you are paid...," added Marcy.

It took quite some time, but I was already forced to understand justice in the world. From his own things - only locker bunk beds, and the scars on my knees remind how much I miss mom. I could not understand why I left and what I had done?

Humiliation haunts me from birth. It is interesting that feels a tiny baby, when his parents left him at the doorstep of the orphanage, click on the call button and go into the darkness?

She complained about a toy Bunny that she has a very hard pillow. I promised mom I'd get her the soft pillow, which only exists. I do not remember how I was thinking to get it, because I was only eight years old. A promise I failed to fulfill: my mother died two weeks later - I don't know why, I wasn't told. Perhaps the culprit was a too hard pillow, but she has so much headache...

Better at home than elsewhere: here the clothing, tea tastes better, people are kinder to each other because they are family and loved.

I went outside without a purpose, just walking his loneliness.

Easier to fall asleep when you dream: so thoughts slowly lull you to sleep.

... and I don't know what happened, but this man saved her... from everyday life.

Have you ever been sick of the pain?

The street was very quiet: only when you come out of a noisy place, you realize how you missed the lack of any sounds.

A person who keeps everyone and everything trying to prove someone is unhappy...