I really was tired already. back to the past no one cares anymore. through this three-style body, imprinted bags of pain. I'm really tired, one can know which of you is just to hold her heart.why when you take out sincerely to dream and love then does the words no one believe. I just want to run out of devotion to dream of loving a person, to the quiet face of fate. but my heart didn't have enough patience.
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