Tuesday, October 25, 2011

you has lots to speak

That meet , and above the Internet , feel nice! You say pleasing face you! Thus, the heart with joy , I wish apt bring sincere words , may you have a nice mood every day , the happiness to themselves, their own health today,UGG Ultra Tall, tomorrow and the day behind tomorrow ! We speak to every additional , there are bitter, sorrowful , there are sweet ! Like chewing olives ! Sese taste, there are endless aftertaste ! You say your ordinary , suffering immediately ,UGG Roslynn Boots, fair a bit of fun sometimes , is the heart in wishes tomorrow ! I said I tomorrow , the future shine , merely that could no stop the hindrance , gloom does no block me ahead ! Good distance individually , merely close to a satisfying , out of his chateau , along the fence , along the gully , the long wasteland , Plains , we are near , and tin differentiate us the blue sky ,UGG Classic Cardy, as distant we are from it ! Cloud from my side , floating you over there , that namely the pulchritude of the horizon is small ants , such for you and I , humiliated of looking by , outlooking the rise ! Cloud, turning a blind eye ! The language of your flights of fantasy , your sounds and talk, tell your straightforward , genuine care because you , your well-intentioned lies , your honest dictates, your true sensibilities , you ceased, your words still period to do , you uncomfortable , your deep respect , your abrupt , analyze your heart , your conscience ,UGG Ashur, your silent sigh , you sweet dreams , your unique cut tainted towel ,UGG Liberty Boots, you has lots to speak approximately yourself, you give yourself sad depression, you never said he was a charm ! Leave a bleeding heart pain , numbness, his own! You are not a good male ! Pain surrounded you , tell you something , get out of their own ! Who ambition salvage you! When you tin fetter off , so the cervix to dilute the load , tin not afford to touch it faded prints , see up the blue sky , give yourself a long weep , exhaled so marshy chest there a trace of Qingche , favor flows , watch in the end ; horizon the most pretty clouds , has been journeyman , away from the air , the joy remains in the jaws of the raving nightmare . encounter the real , namely pure , not the remnant of memory, yet deep scars ! Branded in my heart , planted roots !

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