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Thorough: I finally gave up. I don't want to please you deeply, but I'm not sweet. I am weak and afraid of getting hurt. This is the last time you look cruel and innocent. I didn't cry. I forgot to cry because I didn't get used to it. I think I'll be fine in a few days ... for the last time, I didn't give up my retreat at all. I know I'm awake. Otherwise, how could it hurt so thoroughly and make so much noise? Why is the street so quiet today? Everything seems to be still. I only heard my careful breathing. I just came out from another world and left half my memory. Half of my bitterness spread and disappeared there. For the last time, I found myself crying and I was not at ease. Although there is a tear in my body, I feel a little uncomfortable. Want to get better soon, and finally give up. Ungrateful, deeply in love with you, but not sweet. I am weak and afraid of being hurt. Your cruel and innocent eyes will not be given up. I can't bear to be apart from you. I hate you. There is no unbearable pain in imagination, so goodbye is not finished: hey, seeing your innocent face again seems to decide that no one will accept it. Do you want to let everyone down and tell you a truth? Isn't this encouraging? Many times, it is always unclear. If you can't touch your mind, how do you respond to it? Happiness is an illusion. If you don't feel lonely, let your heart fight with courage. It's useless for people to eat soft and eat hard. People in disguise like to play tricks. Forget it. I still want to do something to make time pass faster. There is no reason to be intoxicated. That idea is really stupid. It seems that my mood is frozen. I have no choice but to play games. I am serious. You always ignore it or go up. You are just a cynical distress. I just want JT to advance, that's all. I can't figure it out. I see so many people talking about how happy and angry they are every day, and I have never figured out why. I like to study these unreasonable things, and the conclusions I get always make me laugh for a long time. A strange fault can't change your face. I really can't stand my bad luck. She has many shortcomings. I think her mood did drop a little. Many times, he makes me feel. It is cowardice. Not terrible. The scary thing is that he is a little dirty. Nothing, including winning or losing, is absolutely crucial before he remembers the roots. I said it was a misunderstanding. Avoid boring things and relax. That kind of loafer is called wheelie bins, but he can just play tricks with you. It was a fleeting time: in the devil's language, God just blinked in the clouds and finally fell in love with a serious one. It's time to spend one, and you just took a closer look next to me. The sunny day in May flashed by, and we met in a narrow way in our lifetime, so we were not spared. You can't stay for a day before you are sensible, but you can't count the time to welcome a fireworks show. It's too late to say goodbye when we meet in a narrow road in our lifetime. You can't be spared when you meet in a narrow road. You can't stay for a day until you are sensible. I grew up here and told myself to understand the greatness of my parents. Every day in an empty house, I feel numb, and I make many excuses for myself. I want to learn to forget that this life is nobody's fault and realize that when I grow up, all you give me is money. I am smiling, how to endure loneliness. In the long process, I am used to staying in my corner. I can ignore the flicker in my eyes, perhaps because I don't know how to cherish and be considerate, but when I meet you occasionally, why do others always envy another life and I yearn for some warmth? Even if it's not much, I really know and try to understand, mom and dad, what is the purpose of your efforts. What I want is not to wait for exhaustion, but to stop hurting. How can we understand that giving up means not counting on mom and dad? What I want is not to wait to cry, to blame, to stop hurting, to learn to understand that I am looking for an inheritance. Forgotten love me grew up here. I don't know what is great about my parents. People with my background live in shelters every day. I am used to being alone. I don't know what happiness is. When can I find a home and follow my mother? My mother made me feel no longer afraid. Why did you abandon me? It was a mistake that you gave birth to me. This is not a game. I hope to live with you one day. The lonely road will continue. No one can understand that I don't know what I want and need, and I will continue to live lonely every day. I don't know your names. I know I had a bad birthday. I can only starve and pick up garbage in the street and never feel at home. In this lonely world, street beggars beg and are often bullied. Do you know my loneliness? My pain? My helplessness? Who do you complain to? ! Mom and dad, I don't want to wait until I'm exhausted and it doesn't hurt, but I don't want to give up, but I don't want to expect mom and dad. I don't want to wait to cry and blame, don't hurt any more. I want to learn to understand and find forgotten love, mom and dad. I don't want to give up, but I don't want to expect my parents. The first bite of cake brought comfort to the first toy. The sun went down, the sun went down, and the ice cream tore into the second cake. The second toy brought comfort to the wind, and the popcorn was beautiful from beginning to end. I forgot who counted it from beginning to end. Was it abandoned? The first time I kissed someone on the mouth was the first time I got sick. I need medicine. The sun went down, the sun went down, and the ice cream cried. The second time I kissed someone on the mouth was the second time I got sick. I need to drink it. The medicine is very windy, and the popcorn is also very beautiful. I forgot who remembered from beginning to end. Count it again from beginning to end. Is it deserted? Suddenly it was dawn, suddenly it was dark, and so on. Fly away. One, two, three, four, five and six years old, long live the Millennium. I forgot who remembered from beginning to end. Count it again. Is it deserted? I think there is nothing better than dying with you. This film is so beautiful. Yanghuahai let the sun burn our decaying bodies, pierce our souls and purify our souls. We are all so paranoid about pure despair. My heart is exposed in a dark grave and I will never see the light. The coffin full of corpse fragrance is full of blood-red wildflowers. On the day of burial, there must be dazzling sunshine, indomitable passion and madness. We choose a sunflower sea as a bed and have sex with each other's most primitive impulses and desires. You gently licked the unhealed wound in Daraxiu's left chest. I studied the broken wings of Daraxiu carefully. You quietly licked Daraxiu's tears and wet my chest. The narcissist went to heaven and listened to each other's pulse. You said it was the most beautiful sound in the world. I think I have to find a secluded island or a remote village, and then let you lock my wandering eyes under an unknown tree. You bury your head in a pure attitude and gently lick the unhealed wound in Daraxiu's left chest. I studied the broken wings of Daraxiu carefully. You licked my tears quietly and wet my chest. The narcissist went to heaven, and after the joy, the delicate and rough harmony was still happily and willfully armed, and the evaporated eyes would still shine with persistent light. You gently licked the black heart that was imprisoned and fermented. I have an unhealed wound on my left chest in Daraxiu. I carefully looked at Daraxiu's broken wings. You secretly licked my tears and wet my chest. Narcissists go to heaven. Candles, moths, shadows and ether will destroy red wine. Will Jesus and Satan meet at birth? Will these two bodies transform or burn the evaporated soul? What can you use to remember dalatio? This is not your crime. Daraxiu is not yours. All the remnants of evil are hidden in the carved wardrobe in the middle ages. Bats basked in the sun and snuggled up with psychic black cats. The dead girl will hum a gorgeous sigh to comfort a pair of aesthetic spirits of death. You gently lick my left breast that hasn't healed yet. I studied the broken wings of Daraxiu carefully. You quietly licked my tears and wet my chest. Narcissists go to heaven. You gently lick my left breast. I studied the broken wings of Daraxiu carefully. You licked me quietly. Daraxiu's tears wet my chest. Narcissists are buried in heaven/preview/2b4649EBFAE7046E0b63D 668C9a3a2d9/preview. MP3 forgotten love.