"I will send you a piece of music, about array purple love"
My mood is not good, the sun shines through the window that catches your cheeks.
sitting in the corner of the room covered with dark colors, each fiber sun burned up in the air
-I live idle with the world is growing-
over a millennium associated with to rot.
my heart is not firmly up to now, when the Panseé flowers have attracted me in an incomprehensible way, or just as profound as my feelings now.

'the sunshine summer on the ground and overwhelms the growing sprout in me'
i am like a branch of a arid,dead tree ..
the harmonious piano to the hopeless scene of the faint sky, I saw his hand intertwined in my hand, the face was a little disappointed, tears I have poured, bitterness not describe.

i will walk to a place of peace, your breath exists .. if that is heaven, then I will become your guardian angel ..

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i will tear this corrupt mood, a way of emptying the clear like a torn heart.
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an uncertain power is gathering me
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everything is cliché and stinky, when the temptation has stained
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i let it go in a stereotypical way
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casing florid is not suitable for me, I want to wear a white dress living in a peaceful and relaxed place
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and then i will see, the land full of savior revelation for me
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eternity unclean of political purpose
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in a hollow bin with a small bag, pills rolled on the floor, my body was stiff...

                                      end?