I think someone once told me, within me, which should more than ever to start my own thoughts ... Because my mind tormented by loneliness that eats me will not be able to stand firm to continue this story.
Perhaps this fall that makes me advance my own winter and mourn ... Perhaps it is the absence of what I have not have had, what I do not know if I'll ... Maybe the sound will causes the wind sings, now once again close the door ...
me this sheet is so lonely that I write these letters that I slipped unconscious ...
I already can not resist ...
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