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keep the love that has just gone keep the heart that has just passed Goodbye to the old days only tears left with the wound she gave Today is quiet Because when I found out today Read the last message for me to stop. After all, it hurts. I want our love to end here Sorry, sorry I made you sad. I made a mistake. I made a mistake. I don't know how to get it back. her feelings too painful to heal I am wrong tear up might be a waste of time But if it turns you back, I agree. Love me still But I don't know if you want I want you to stay, but I don't know if you will go or not. I'm so afraid I'm afraid that one day you'll leave me. The heart doesn't really live that hurt her for a long time I want to use it from today 《 JaridaNalisa 》
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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