Once upon a time,there was fa.I wanted to strew all I had,but she always goes to the walland searches for myself-writtenand unearths my lines,she would say " this is not you in all my papers! "so I changed my pens and masks ,hoping she would not pass next to my aches,for that she would not read me.Should I write her name in the blanks left by someone's bleeding of pain.But again,I would tear my aches out, she would know it was me.For the fear of the reproaches,my ears buzzing from the misery haunts mysleeping?I gathered my fears, kept in place,carried my mask and pens ;and instead,decided to stop and only surf the feelings of someone which were of the imagination but without my pain .fa
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sometimes we want something so badly but we can not get it because of lots of reasons, the only thing we can do, is to imagine it happening in a movie.
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sweet things always come from a sweet source,
Thank you sweet source
Love is easy , we squeeze its illusion
Love is free, but we make it expensive
Love is not a body, hit by corrosion
Love is not an opinion passive and active
Do you think it will be efficent?
Will you be able to continue this?
Very strong and wise, FA.
Come on !
Dreamland...
I wish you all the best, my dear friend. And I am seriousssssssssss now
You do not ask for it
it answers no question
it questions no answer
On earth it will work then...