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And I enough old to not saying it out loud. My head hurts because there is to much clouds. Outside my home, outside my torture chamber. I guess the executioner thinks I'm his favourite member. By any chance it could be change? But I don't think someone even find it strange. I'm no sure someone heard what I said. I want to hold your hands and hug you. But there is just cold place, and cold weather. There no people around but I still feel you. I said something dumb you don't seem interested at all. You are my special person that's why I'm alone. Hey, can I seat over here? Can I read your messages? I'm not really want to be here, bad weather. My biggest fun time end as depressed episode. There is could weather around, there is no people at all. I wanted you to stay but you can't even hear. Who is care about such stupid things? I just a person who too much thinks. I end up by run inside my head during sleep. I want to see you at least in my dream. But your face looked like I never knew you. I think maybe it's big mistake of god who wrote us. Maybe it's was just mine own. I love you or this is just an illness episode? Go throw it again, the weather was to cold.
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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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