Every day I live with that just thinking about him. One day is not enough ... so the next day about his desire to grow up. Time flies with you like a lie. Although counting a thousand or ten thousand steps ... I have always stalled. Want to leave but unable ... so maybe he will come back ...
Why do you always get so much love easily? I decided to believe the injury is better tolerated. He did not need to go back and not have to love me. Just ... stop for you ... Want to go but you unable ... because "I love you" ...
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