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The problem with psychopaths is not that they are deprived of reason, and the fact that they are devoid of feelings.

Fourteen-fifteen-sixteen years old - the age of love. True love. Further, this ability is often lost, because pure love is mixed with many other feelings that you have toward it the same attitude as the beetle caught in a mixer, relates to a milkshake.

When you understand something, it becomes easier to live. And when something you feel - it is heavier. But for some reason I always want to feel, not understand!

Properly constructed love ends not with a death and a subtle ending, so to have both then left beautiful memories. We do not give the feeling to die, we cut it like a flower. It hurt a little, but then there is no resentment, no bitterness.

It's funny, right? We are afraid of feeling which is the core of our lives.

... Or is it different somehow called?
What is it called when the very thought of a person disables you completely, cutting off from all the world, immersed in a dimension where only he and the edge of consciousness, are you?
Just love? And all of this?
Well, she could not bear it just...

The more senses obstacles and the less time, so it is stronger. So, saying goodbye on the platform, I don't know what to say. But when departing is already in the cars when nothing is heard and before the train left seconds all immediately think of the right words, you begin each other to shout and make hand signs.

When I touched her, spoke all the strings of my soul...

I kettle. I bought another yesterday. I feel like the king of the tea set. I have something no one else has. My shiny nose so bright, and the handle and say nothing. She is also very beautiful. One day, an awkward hand dropped me to the floor and I flew off the spout and half of the handle. And then my brothers and sisters called me a cripple. I was thrown into the street. The boys kicked me, and tore the other half of the handle. Now I have nothing but my memories. And I have, no one can take that away.
Malyshev G. (elementary school student)

Baby youve been given feeling to me all night
And I can't leave unless you leaving with me tonight
Now it's not difficult to tell oh baby you're selective
And I think you selecting me
To lead you y llevarte al cielo baby can't you see
Baby, you're stirred my feelings
And I'm not leaving unless you leave with me.
It is easy to understand that you're picky
But you seem to have chose me
To take me to the top of enjoyment.

Love will never die!
Live!
Everything will be fine!
I need forward all the time!
Grow!
But you write songs out of habit.
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry!

Again, can't live without you...
You...
As if stuck...

For two hundred seas and one window
You say, well, you'd better promise,
Tell me that everything will be fine.
I'm ready, I'm used to such things.

Sometimes you need to survive a small nuclear explosion, crushing the pillow a soul, to send all others and be alone with his grief...
And all this just to say a flat, firm voice, "goodbye."