some people,
replica designer handbag, some things are not all gone Why, why my heart, and never forget -
ordinary life is real life, -
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busy chasing every day something is worth What -
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standing in such a night, neon light,
brand sunglasses, or far or near the fireworks firecrackers,
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Why is so difficult to pursue ordinary, the more close to the more far. . . -
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- a moment pondering
feeling lonely, feeling helpless. . . . . . -
- why should we cry, why this way, stumbled over life. . . . . . -
vulnerable when a person, to secretly hide, who did not want to find their own tears. -
grief around, do not know when the tears fall on the palm, palm came the cool feeling, heart trembling. . . -
knowing only recollection of past events, but the repressed pain of life ... well ... tired
against the background of the market that is full of happy,
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I really cry, think of the past, think about the future, I really cried -
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looking at the night sky, somewhere in the world, whether people like me helpless. . . -
always believed he is very strong, and friends have said so -
suppress all the suffering, all pain, all the tears, all the laughter. . . -
Memorable moment
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