When I looked at the flower I came to the throat I told myself what a philosophy is in this neighborhood and what wisdom is in this alienation
with a handful of good and bad memories Can I live up to Abd. It is not left of you my eyes that are not slaves to my mind and intelligence You are not your own, but remembering Comrade Crying and sadness Everywhere I tears and hearts from life and looks like these days is going to go to your job The love that is left The same love for our hearts Everywhere I tears down and the heart is from the life of these days Dell is going to do it
my dear John I I want my death I am a null excuse Thats what I am getting romantic romantic
