Let's say the end of life is called inexhaustible: I understand or understand, feel or feel
It's been hard after you, it's hard to trust someone again. The debris of the gallbladder can hold cracks for several years since the beginning of the destroyed building.
Year or life, brother?
Brother, yes my dear and my friend. Isn't it nice that all these qualities are side by side with someone you love? what about you
Some people say it's hard to love. Especially if he likes himself the most. You weren't less centered. Always emphasize him, never confront him.
Especially trust: I have already erased the feeling of trust.
Then I started to draw myself. You write, you write, you write, you write.
Writing and me: I really could not find a direction, I was in that direction. I didn't know I had such a side. Because it was my struggle for so many different reasons. Suddenly, I found myself writing.
Then the writing speed increased. God, how did all this stuff get in me? I wrote and explained, I trusted myself ... Then I secretly learned what was hidden inside me. My forehead is open, my face is pak, my friend; You know. Because we have secrecy. What I did was to hide what we had. And the emergence of all ultimate emotions arose as long as you still denied it. And then I lost you. No, no, you lost me.
