I was a fish on the shore, on the shore. Because, overlooking the sea on the other side. Sometimes silly to do so, may one day get that worried look in my eyes the whole world , a polylactide day. may be one day earlier, and then one day too long .... the reason for missing it! said that the people who do not like to watch, in fact, was very complex. Yes, I admit it. long did not return to the sea, have forgotten how to swim. Who stabbed who will not scale, there are too many, I would have wrapped themselves up. because of fear of harm, but in virtually deeply hurt the others. I think: I love about deserted: not afford to give, love can not, not .....< br> I have often thought: Actually, I do not belong to the land. but has chosen to stand here. aware of the crazy man around the Rouge of the North, the stimulation of love. suddenly discovered that my heart still hurts, sad love for their fission. even want to cry.
world of love are the same, just like the book Baby Anne, the protagonist always be only him and her. in a different story, they love the same flowing tears and blood. pursue foundation, love even, like, not I love you, that you love me, but happy ending or happy, or with pain and regret. want to return to the embrace of the sea day and night, making it the leaping heart. However, fear can not adapt to the vagaries of the sea temperature. a nameless fear, helplessness, contradictions very funny. < br> been convinced that this world is there such thing as love, but the way in the chase, I do not accidentally lose their already fragile heart.
pain, weakness, inaction ... the last corner of the eye tear, it was blown dry, and all your wish.
wait until the precipitation of the past, dried the tears, lost memory, helpless, yes, help! however hard I was also can not remember the way back to the water ....
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