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She says: "I just love it.
He's mine. The two of us, and for us to be together."
Like flags red marks: "do Not touch!"
And everyone seems just his bride.
And people quietly move away, into the shadows.
Do not argue, do not make conclusions, do not disturb.
Well, in actual fact, and what is the veil?
A normal couple, completely in love it seems.
She chooses the dress, dreams, sleeping
with him, I alone, but always with the hope of a miracle.
And he said to her calmly says:
"One of my. But it will be nothing."

You loved him with all my heart.
You're all the happiness he gave.
Like a flower fragrant in the spring
For him blossomed.
He didn't think about how much flour
How much grief in the soul of you,
And, naskuchit thee, of separation
He was looking for, never loving.

Here, you explain to me how a woman why she chose me, strong, reliable, who wants family and kids, but Santa Claus sucks?..

Ashley did not love her and never really loved, but it did not hurt her. But it should be. It would have to despair, mourn, curse the fates. She's lived so long his love. This love supported her in many dark moments of life and yet it was the truth. He loves her, but she doesn't care. She doesn't care because she doesn't love him. She doesn't love him, because whatever he did, whatever may be said, is no longer able to hurt her.

If you do not love yourself, why you should love?

World of illusions is beautiful and pleasant,
While the whip will not give in response
And burn through your tight dress,
The soul cutting through the trail.
Do not hope, do not wait diligently:
All up in the head.
Embodies his passionate tenderness
Someone close, but not me.

She was fully aware, if his heart something can come to life, only from the delay of the product.

You my love are unable to save,
Grass had grown in the place of our meetings.

Heart very sorry for what happened
Autumn drives away the jamb of cranes.
Four winds the sadness will distribute the
Not going back again this summer to us.

Where the maple rustles above the river wave,
We talked about love with you,
Emptied the maple in the field of haunting darkness
And love is like a dream, the party was held.


Blue plicatum where maple sumichrasti tittypalace

As a child you always felt the presence of his mother, but his father was for you only a shadow. From it came no heat, no tenderness. When you tried to cuddle, he always drove you.

It was literally ashamed of their feelings,
For my restless heart, lovingly and tenderly relevant to the person,
Who expressed their love very differently
And I didn't see it,
And continued to cheat their thoughts in intricate spirals in my head with the dark strands falling on a wet face.
I demand too much from impassive dreamer, whom he calls himself,
And it hurts me so much
And so ashamed
So sorry
I'm back and die again from thoughts to remain unloved and
Lonely.

You're my ex joy, my old passion and fury,
Overcome the chaos... Everything! I didn't love you anymore.

Each and every one of us has a Foreword by horror
but fear not this is not death, not decay, not degree,
scary when you say, "I need nothing"
say calmly, quietly. And that is true.