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Midnight Motel
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Now. see people's steps in street; watercolors drawing pretty life; in window glasses dancing awful split; why i meet you in the world of hype/ however in pink clouds in sunset who watch to us fly the little stars and crying for memory of life/ in this sunset i saw my soul; indeed she swimming in the lights; in endlessly far waterfall; be happy like moon; be alive; in wishlist its absolutely all; remember you all my falls; remember all feeling in soul; really, i never will love like was before; reset my life and go to world wheres never had sunrise; wheres my pink waterfall; wheres for you fire stars; but understand what never will it; but staying in the painy world; wheres other people only shit, wheres girls photograph sunset and never gonna feels what he pretty loving they; in this sunset i saw my soul; indeed she swimming in the lights; in endlessly far waterfall; be happy like moon; be alive; in wishlist its absolutely all.
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Valour And Faith
Fabulous 👏👏👏💖💖💖💖💖
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2020-07-06 13:01:30
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@Valour And Faith thanks buddy ☺️
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2020-07-06 13:19:02
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@Midnight Motel Most welcome bro/sis ✌😊
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"Письмо ушедших дней"
Позитивна Морквинка ( &Не Мілашка ;)
Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
shadowlinxxx morgan
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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