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33728 2010 年 06 月 23 日 19:03 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (2) Category: Personal Diary
alone wandering the streets, watching the crowds on the streets, those laughing faces, those are not his own, he was just a passing,
handbag uk, what can not take it, nothing can remain high. No matter how busy, no matter how prosperous, but more and more alone and set off their own. In the crowd, silently raised his head, but can not find a familiar face
a man curled up in bed, unable to sleep, his mind thinking about the problem somehow, as if a dark huge spider web wrapped themselves included, thick and warm, feeling cold, took out his cell phone from under the pillow, but found not know who to call, so helpless and back into the pillow,
dolce gabbana handbag, the head indents the quilt and gently hugged his knees, like a little child to hold their own, then it will not be cold
hate some people, some things, and even hate the world
always thinking,
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; Why must bear all the suffering of their own
just want to be an ordinary person, happy had finished his own childhood, school, work, love
However, such a general all, but so hard to
feeling seems to be behind the eyes, with a satirical smile looked at his
then shook his head, and walked away ·
facing the computer, cup of tea has been getting around cold, headphones came melodious music, At this point, the morning
do not know when it had changed that,
dolce & gabbana Handbag, like a burrowing animal in general, to hide do not want to come out in their own nest. When will the sun began to fear the outside, and do go out, facing the door of those who feel they do not even own a computer that sets the cold kind
; leaning against the window,
coach handbag, through the misty rain, quietly watching the familiar unfamiliar city, do not know how long to stay here, do not know what kind of person would be met, do not know what kind of memories will stay
point of a cigarette, smoke-filled, the quiet microphone touched upon and enjoy this moment of silence, all the past let him past it, from now on, we must learn to recognize unfamiliar, do strange things, too strange life
Stranger in a foreign land alone
A man accustomed to a foreign land to get started in my pocket a stroll through the streets, no goal, no end, just want to go step by step so that, up to his exhausted so far. Society is only one person in this time, thinking about some of the problems alone, regardless of their conclusion is right or wrong, are no longer important
Looking at the lively streets, mouth, gently rising with a smile
sunset, pull a long shadow in a dream
see her leave, woke up from a dream crying
looked empty room, went quietly
face look in the mirror stage, his face pale and gaunt in tears the moment ·
think of the scene before and friends will be smiled
think of some of the previous embarrassing, it will slightly blush
think of some of the previous frustration, it will softly sigh
think she will be the wearer to bite the lower lip
afraid to cry out loud ... ... own
; no need to try to make others understand their own knowledge
who is my burden I do not know who said that I want anything else I can not solve any problems
tears, will only bring noise
a lot of things, we can move,
dolce & gabbana Handbag, but not tears
because once letting their feelings, broke down in tears
fear will make their own ; silently like her, but did not dare tarnish the feelings, kept it quiet treasure, no matter how much she's arrogant, no matter how unreasonable her, no matter how selfish her
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