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its my heart speakingyou
every single night i cry i cry my eyes out when they hurt sting like neals in my eyes
the feeling of dieing is getting on my mind sleeping is not easy when you creep up
and when i see you you lift me up again let me smile and i need you but a day when you left you slam me down to my own lonley world
now i see you brough me up to slam me down and stampt ON MY HART I HATE THAT I HATE MY LIFE !! i cant live with this feeling of jelousy
i try my hart to beare it at long as i can
wind is blowing in my hear
summer nicht in peacefull in this town thinking of yesterday when everthing was ok and i had someone around me someone i still love and someone who is my soulmate for me i love her i love her till i go down
i am not the one who is bound by rulez so i cant promis you, i keep to them
wile i now crying at the sight of the moon i am lonley and bored i want to stop this acing of my hart i jus
chapter 2 a spirit of a girlThe power of nature.
On the horizon begun the thick black-greenish clouds to appear. The family didnt notice it until the mother looked at the horizon. She dropped her cup of coffee in shock. The cup crashed in pieces. Its was then that everything went silent. Her husband looked at his wife and saw that she was as white as a sheet. Honey are you aright? She answered: honey, these clouds are looking very weird to me. Maybe we must call the kids inside. Ah, they are fine. They are just clouds, noting to worry about. But on the moment he said that, everything was different. Suddenly Mego came and screamed Aaah daddy come and look at this! His father came running at the tree house, and looked into the telescope. He saw a black dot as big as a golf bal hanging in the sky. Okay kids this is very weird. Come were going inside. He gathered his family and walked inside.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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