Rain, wet night

 They flock to the memory of a silent mind.
Because they look at it in this diary a few years ago the mood
picked up the debris scattered in the intermittent dates

seems that does not belong to their own handwriting that seems to happen
experienced and from the memories of

that I see a lot of self-illusion of life

embark on a new journey to find a new life
want to slowly break with the past is the

gone
gradually I felt called in the old
insolent young things farther and farther away from my increasingly
look at everything became so calm
as I can not accept, but have to accept
because it is not my heart I'm looking for a real peace
just the reality of life, or the yield
Today is a normal winter
could not be more ordinary or outside the cold wind blowing endless efforts to
people still huddled in their overcoats hurry to run under the

no come to tell them where to go with numerous fantasy

their own desires and will never know
people always look for in a special way
all people to share common mood
festival
the invention so no one can tell you why in the festival, but a habit to be happy
the convention
you find you have to go in the holiday fun you can

do not know why I always think the real joy comes from one's heart was happy
but now people have inexplicably called for a
be understood to find his own personality in people does not stop when the
into the extraordinary similarities in the
many people want the same thing with his lonely quiet afternoon

I know the house is the hot summer sun

lush trees and pedestrians on the road in twos and threes lazy

no direction and no purpose, like me in every possible way
and I would rather talk
after Lai Select a person curled up in my own little bed, listening to music drinking beer

or hugging blanket lying in the half asleep state
release all think of his soul
I have touched through the holidays
, suffering a minor
even further detail will emerge in front of
forget the time
so forget all the pressure of the outside world
, irritability all from
FLYING LIKE A BIRD
in their own world of imagination fly
how not fly out and sometimes I just like
buried quietly, softly, with their dialogue < br> I do not want to hurt the fragile emotional
my feelings are more vulnerable than I am, more helpless
so I treasure so carefully
you do not understand the thinking of those people you do

can not communicate with them their ideas so the brain can not think Miriam
every moment while in operation as a Formula
but I was able to be their friend
chance encounter
make a new idea presented in the mind
people had to go with the most profound vision to mining, to analyze the results may be at a loss

but I still want to be found from the search process Happy
and a little effort and no
an inferiority, hate yourself, body
the mood of despair can not get rid of,UGGs, but also unable to get rid of
resentment, to pour out
roar with the most high-pitched voice I tried to restrain this mentality

I tried, but I can not
I can only immersed in the pain to experience the pain which
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left, leaving only an empty numbness
feel nothing, nothing

I do not know how to use a mixture of language
, sink with, so pale I dream
in reality which is true I

wake each morning,UGG boots, I often asked myself
muttered in a dream we will be happy to be done many
would excitedly cry sad < br> But once opened his eyes, everything disappeared without leaving any trace of
, so we will ignore the
But in reality it will do this every day I

yesterday that the today did not leave the slightest trace of

all will be transformed into the brain's memory
and why we are so focused on it
I doubt, confusion I've done every day
looking forward to tomorrow to do all
may one day I thought it was all just a dream it
all we have done will be done is being done on the beach like a child excited to write their own
once so eye-catching name, when the wind swept, after the ebb and flow, nothing will be left
suddenly thought of the word FANFAN
I;
every evening,
recover I will come to you,
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love going day by day. betrayal of the

today and tomorrow yesterday betrayal betrayed the memory of today
his betrayal of himself and lost the curiosity

began a betrayal of love is this illusion

self and his struggle pulling my stalemate

born close to her self, her self-
I meet