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Wysłany: Pon 12:40, 25 Kwi 2011
Temat postu: Withered rose
Under the moonlight, beside the window , watching the beam of wilted roses , the mood is very complex. Nestled in there, no one ignored , the charm had been lost, nine roses means gradually forgotten. Good things , always fleeting. Dazzling fireworks , into the sky, the kind of beauty, so that you can only memories.
withered rose petals , tightly wrapped together, three months, not willing to re- open. Think of that day, the feeling of holding a rose , excitement , heart feeling , as if just yesterday. Maybe I'm a fool , even innocently gave him three months. Maybe I just do not want to lose that good memories only. Clean your room today , vacant mind, decided to refuse it into the basket . Rose colored paper won the parcel , the total would like to leave something. In fact, leaving only memories that, over time will gradually be forgotten.
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, there are many ways , 's clothes selection silently waiting. Despite the pain in my heart , but still a smile on my face.
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, so like to be alone ; or because I like being alone , and now is still a person. Men who have the responsibility, a woman who still has the responsibility . Do not want to rely on anyone , but must be independent of each other arm .
fifteenth day , the fireworks on the mountain. I like to watch the fireworks , like the one for his own glory now , rather then no longer reproduce the courage and spirit. How , on earth , how many people , how many things you can do that?
roses to convey love, being picked , and picked, will lose the original beauty. Not I do not like roses, but do not want people to be so cruel. I hope that good things can always be better , even if only a distance , but he was there after all .
do not know why write such a text
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, not roses can also avoid the fact that litter .
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