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I am the apple. A glass of wine, a pack of cigarettes, ignorant selfinterference in the night! A wine to tears, is the smoke point smoked is lonely! Smoke across the lonely think it is tough to turn your memories. Tears in glass before, but always hardming heart that moment, when you turn around, stubborn everything to avert! Could have
Had the joy of sweet moments that in turn become out of reach it? You turned around I really learned what it meant to let go! All in all reality only in the memories of Ma as the most drug. I had to endured the pain again, because love is a strange plague that attacks the heart of the object
Is bleeding! Should it hurt the most in the memories of anesthesia drugs to survive! I learned just a turn on the need to let go! Lead: he and his girlfriend for 3 years, both sides act more conservative, not living together without sexual relations, they also decided to implement the stable work after graduation to get married. But he