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Why don’t I sleep why I write myself, I don’t know and I’ll get to the edge of the font and the text is just tears and no one will help me, this is my wound and I don’t know where in the words of people that really burns fire and melt the candles inside the sun always shines and amazes my soul Those rays of which sometimes give poetry and let the pain in the words and in my chest of my dagger are used to it myself and I can handle it myself and the fire in life in my life is a lot of lies and truth and no one is safe from that wound when the heart is crying and there is no one nearby not clear, but just dryly and in veins, blood torments the blood in question

But how you continue to write and there is no one in the words of the region and only it is so sad and I am so sad and in the goals of the walls of life it is boring to understand it is difficult, but whoever knows personally knows the taste of salt and that wound and only sadness will tell me that not so it hurts in the heart, but why I don’t know why I don’t know and there is no sadness why it is impossible to appreciate and understood and warmly warmed me, I gave a affection and tried to make a fairy tale but alas, they are wrong, although I said an angel, but not for everyone where everyone is for everyone who is for everyone He was sick and suffered again gave chances, but in response it is so painful and only gauze to restrain that wound in the heart