Although the heart in a mess
good sleep before the last day to the next screen
sad to not be brought into the dream of **% % **
can always have too much anxiety in the night, before turning left entangled
my ideal after
Tell me I can not deterred
efforts to adapt to this world even if the sun when I was a man
going around in circles does not return
fleeting this age I am not qualified to grief
not love ten March
years of fragile paper and only lost that color the world
sigh yesterday
pale and lonely confrontation with confrontation
warm light according to the city in the early morning mist in a piecemeal manner I began to wake up
not fall asleep I'm sorry I tired
missed
and night under the wings it was only sigh
Angel's story from their own back
grew up and from my own footsteps
is lost
**% % ** in the past and the future of punctuation
I was lost in this journal
the end of the world came tomorrow, yesterday in the world at the end of the day away
unknown Unfortunately, too many to stay in the city I was destined
my care alone in the crowd will always be my tears broke
indifferent passers
**% % ** distressed
just my own I did not change
tired heart is unable to resist
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not want to go where good lay close your eyes if not to sleep ....**%%
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