All the letters, the collected syllables, the words stolen from the separate wire, on the other hand grunts. Some troubles, some unhappy, some enthusiastic.
There is a lot to say, the direction will be taken into account and you will show how much attention.
And suddenly the temperature is in my soul. Who patted my head, see him. says: This is the hardest word I've ever felt.
When I get mad at my mom, I open my eyes.
I'm alone, but the temperature in my heart continues.
It's hard to believe, but all the sounds I've heard since they're dead have turned like knives. When I look around, I understand; it was all a dream, but very real.
I can't always play with words, the cube of the mind, the word, my subconscious mind is emerging, they take me to the game tool.
Maybe next time I look at different games, I feel a lump in my eyes. And I smile with the first word that comes to my mind.
I swim again and again, hoping to swim again and again.
After all, pink dreams have not always been in our lives, in our lives.
