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I disappeared among myself or for.

hardly...

True, he already counted the time somehow strange, sometimes it happened and this does not put pressure on his brains, destroys them without asking ...

Too personal.

The images that were not inherent in me aimed at the same time in order to try on all sadness and anger outside the feelings

Let me let me in a gap, I would fly away ... Yes, I burned something and was too tired, but still rushing.

Bridge, jump ... or will demolish the wind. I just dreamed and shouting somehow on footnotes ...

Himself, not myself, but I like to carry on more.

Joy overwhelmed, and the baby cried, closing the workshop of the ninety -ninth

I dreamed about practice, but I did not know how to get into tacts.

Black and white, semicircular, it. world? No. It is more true. He was hidden from you.

Drops with small farce killed head nerves,

At first, not very much, but by the seconds by raping his mind and so for a whole day - he forgot the essence

And now you will not be allowed to weave iron ...

Charming, beautiful, chic ... wretched ... I looked on the sides, but I have never seen so much.

she's beautiful. Yes. but the transparency of the dress + in the eyes of tears in the combat with painful spots

They made the whole image more than three times ... Look. No! Watch everything!

The princess, and in this area there is no more wonderful.

I flew through the pits, but because of stupidity I didn’t get into any

Stragged, however, because this was too often.

The glare in the puddles play an orchestra, the Gudmundsdottir kills the magical voice.

humiliating before nickname, in fact, burned honesty

...

Runned. In that spring or earlier summer. Kissing the sky with dry lips.

minimalism. I'm crying. After all, he often stupid about/no reason, on holidays/on the days when smart

I died at twilight, but the status quickly canceled the action

All songs were covered with mold and there was a desire

It’s a pity, not so much trembling, although not at all a low floor.

Yeah.

Down.

Weird.

Behind the fence, thoughts roam, cursing with everyone in a row ...

I rejoiced in vain in vain.

-I can fly! Do you hear?

-fetter zero degrees.

-I learned to fly!

-Ity, wind.

-You hear you? I fly! do you hear me?

-It dress warmly, as the cold can bring into a state of action of bad thoughts.

-I fly...

-Will will be. But the next day it will get warmer.

-I probably know how to fly ... yes? Or not ... I do not know how to fly.

-I hear and I know how to listen.