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Hard to play the Martyr if you cause pain to others.

Actually, I was always looking for happiness. What have you found?
Now I don't see anything around ('ve been kidnapped with a bag over his head). Here something like this.
This means to find a black cat in a dark room? But the cat meow, her eyes sparkle in the dark. It can be found..
And I that found? What I found? Misfortune. Torment.. Like the word "Torment." Very poetic.

Odyssey
... Every morning, suffering a new...
I revealed before thee clothes
See how the blood runs crimson?
It's not blood, it is our hope.
A x I l l
Come on, Odysseus, the feigned groans.
Red blood you to the ground, will not separate.
And I have it terrible, black,
In the heart of the accumulated pressure and pain.

Flour is work. It is to be tested by experience. This is a disappointment. It's sad. Flour to overcome it yourself flour. It is work. It's difficulties.
If you entered the path, then expect to suffer. You think you chose the road, but the road chooses you. You thought you chose love, but love is not words. It is not conducted. Love is your husband in the mood. Every part of your body will be separate by for love and reunion. Each path becomes a separate sadness, bitterness. Way favorite will be your suicide. The pain in her heart will be yours. Her sadness will be your sadness. Love will become your pain.

Still nothing and it's torment. So what will happen?

The result of separation is based on the proper reasons. So if you're not together, so I had to. Any problem requires a solution. If the relationship was set up by the breakup, then this issue has been resolved and you should keep it. It's even good when you clearly understand that you are no longer a couple. Worst of all, when the problem is in a suspended and unresolved for a long time. It is much more painful. Unreasonable jealousy of the former and a reluctance to let go of a soul mate can lead you to a more difficult situation and even lead to a deadlock. Don't make a stupid mistake, jealous ex-boyfriend or girlfriend to new friends and Hobbies. Don't waste your time, don't fill yourself with your own hands in the corner. You have a great opportunity to devote time to yourself. Isn't it wonderful. View from the other side: perhaps this break and freedom is exactly what you wanted. Take care of yourself, find a new hobby or a hobby and just dedicate time to self-improvement, what you were denied in past relationships.

Torment is just one of my changes of garments,
The wounded man I was not tortured on the wound, then I myself become the wounded
My bruises freeze while I stand and watch, leaning on a cane easy.

Only tasted the torments himself, they are the performance.

O Lord my God! And maybe, indeed, it would be better if all of us bombarded and overwhelmed, like kittens, only to here and so had not suffered?

Why stretch the agony, if the end is so clear?

Someone else's joy to you always in torment.

...what nonsense - to be tormented by memories of anything, to beg the dead for forgiveness for something that, in human account and you're innocent, catching handfuls of the fog? And there is no fifth dimension, and no one sums up the balance of your sins and victories, and not the end no punishment, no reward, and there is no way, and thank - smoke and shower steam.

Yes,
You were on the basis of
There will never be another like this, no.
I followed you, so enchanted and addicted
I never let you go.
And then came the truth is a disease
And then the shock of how you use me.
I was so empty, terrible, terrified,
I couldn't afford to understand
I would never hold to leave behind,
No, I'm holding on.
Check out the name, you know my source
Forget about the others, let them know the hell through which
I went and came back, managing not to sell all your soul,
Respected best, but they failed.
And let the rest become history, which will tell you
About what I said...
Yeah, yo
You were that foundation
never gonna be another one, no.
I followed, so taken, so conditioned,
I could never let go.
Then sorrow, then sickness,
Then the shock when you flip it on me
So hollow, so vicious, so afraid
I couldn't let myself see
That I could never be held, back or up,
no, I hold myself.
Check the rep, yep, you know my mine well.
Forget the rest let them know my hell.
There and back yet my soul ain't sell.
Kept respect up the best they fell.
Let the rest be the tale they tell,
that I was there saying...

The night, like Sugar, like hell hot.
Smoky dawn. Blazing candle.
Here drew on notebook sheet
I Razmacima in black wreath
Legs and tail thin thread...
"In my death no one is to blame".