rest on the night stand years ago that nobody looks at a stack of books with stories of princesses who know from birth that their mutual love going to look for, stories about children who fly with Peter Pan without wings, sad girls, his face streaked with tears, just realizing that life is the greatest thing that could happen.
The world is tired of hearing stories so surreal, that no tears wet the last page, one in which it says "The End". People cover their ears when someone has found love, someone to love, he feels anger and helplessness against the feelings, and envy that are from other good news. Most people live full of memories that only call when they want, in principle, long for times when things were going well, but in reality do nothing but hurt themselves.
is difficult, unfortunately, difficult to sort through our deep hearts and find what so wake up and think it's worth wasting the time of day. Surviving is not living, and people can not see the difference. Them loses his way, and do not know how to handle the pole. We always have concerns that there is something in our being vacant, and fill the small fragment that remains in the soul is that, the living life as it gives us, but we only enlarge as we try to make it disappear. With how easy it is to lie down on a lawn of freshly cut grass, admiring the sky now seems to have been painted by a child who did not want to think about how to combine, to reflect the reason for laughter, and baring your soul, let go of body, which only serves to condition our demonstrations of affection.
And I'm not best placed to tell you this, but you have to whisper to the sky are going to get you under her nightgown, you will steal their purity and their desire to always be there, holding the sun the stars, moon and blue so clean that you can not have envy for your eyes .
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