I lost a few pounds. I'll be less a heavy burden, as some have called me.
and now I do not care to know anything. enough, stop.
not force me to read, do not ask, do not do anything to destabilize the peace that, paradoxically, I hold firmly with your hands. Opened as a pastry try to straighten it by pulling on the sides.
are truly a phenomenon in being able to be common in tristezzerie.
but I'm getting very zen .. and now I do not care who the corpse on the river walk: I'm going to sit elsewhere.
| Strange face, with your eyes So blades and sincere Underneath you know well You Have Nothing to Fear For The Dreams That Came To You When so young Told of a life | WHERE spring is sprung