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nothing to help

I believe every atom in its that We never will. Remain only memories and places at which time we were. The rest is space and completely voiceless bezemocjonalna.

Today, now that you no longer, I like my life. Enjoy all the beauty of the morning waiting for a new day. I'm so damn happy that no words are able to write back. I laugh at the world around me and I feel like my whole body is filled with freedom.

still feeling a little afraid, however, did not run away from them like frightened prey. After all, last
often I hear from a gentleman that I am obojętna.Może venture? Why not open up before him? Maybe he deserves it? It can not hurt me? Maybe I will understand?

ps. And you write text messages to all of her stupid and thought that it was in something to help.

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greeting

- I can hear the annoyance in your voice?
-No, I hear mad.

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curiously touching the door to the future of nearly fatal accident

remember my friend this cold afternoon when I was writhing in pain and you gładziłeś my head asking me had fallen asleep? I'm sure you remember.
I feel that the time in which the tips fingers touched the gates of hell, are now behind me. I hope that now await me wonderful moments that I'm going to avidly collect.
Deep down I am sensitive, romantic and thirsty for love, you know that my friend. As one of the few you know my true face.
It remains to walk me to the clouds of my existence lukrowych częstując all my optimism.

ps. I'm hungry.

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charakternych I like people. Interesting, those who stand out by force of his personality than hoi polloi.
I dream that in future be like that.
want to sit in a Parisian cafe, drinking coffee, smoking a cigarette and watching the crowd wild. I will learn French and fulfill their dreams.
Why? Because after you hurt someone you loved me, I went through an internal transformation and decided to start all over again. Their own way, without restriction.
no longer afraid to love because I believe that when I open someone's heart before the person starts to hurt me with a knife hate. This is pure mathematics - what is the probability that two times in my life be nearly fatal accident caused by a collision with a cold mass of people, who laugh at the smallest manifestations of love?

nice week.

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I will not be such as what happened to be. From the moment when you won I will be together.

"Hi honey! You're beautiful." - I said it dispassionately, looking in the mirror.
autumn weather makes me nor charm, nor joy, nor, especially, love admiration. I get very ugly, lose weight and turn into anti-social geek rozmyślającego only the quantity of baccalaureate sample taken during that week. I think it's pathetic, and quickly turn away from the mirror so as not to deepen further considerations. Why, then, I say I'm beautiful? Since I came to the conclusion that the verbal masturbation is a lot better than finding the "next big love" to it, but rather in my case, he was delighted by my beauty. I prefer to satisfy itself than for the male counterpart to find suitable for this role. I feel sorry for the time. I know that it provides about my laziness but what it manage that? I always have such an imperfect będę.Niezwykle. I always eat too much or drink, or burns. I'll always laugh too loud and the embarrassed the timid boys pretending to be the biggest snobs of the world. Why going? As for the snobbery you need some more things than too low self-esteem and social phobia.

Sipping tea with rum sitting in a cafe thinking of the hopelessness of my person. I am a woman abandoned, baa .. perhaps even betrayed, deceived, left, raped, destroyed, drunken, zaćpaną, rozdziewiczoną and in the end doomed to imminent doom in the sight of raging audience. I should fall into depression, cram all I give to eat, constantly weep and consider the most interesting technique of suicide.
But no. I live on. Why do not I raise a few inches above the sidewalk enjoying the memories przesłodkiego kiss with the love of my life, but still, the fact is that I'm alive. And it's not too bad.
I have in mind some opinions, which no one will ever change. I know that I will not have such a romantic (I love my life, depriving my romance with one of the arguments for doing so would direct me to a psychiatric hospital) and I never will expecting anything from the guy. Of course I never
also did not open his heart to any man.

worst in me when I think I gave everything to the one guy whom I loved and he is trampled upon. Mercilessly destroyed. But such is life. Win the best, strongest and unfortunately I was stupid, that at the very beginning of the fight I took off my armor.

I will never make the same mistake.

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I will not write about love because it is only a sign of lack of control over themselves. True Mr Thomas? Am I right? Perhaps now, just for show, to answer that because I do not have the earliest occasion and you told me to keep cool? Oh, no. I am not so fun. Take away their toys in a frantic hurry and go to another sandbox with other children build houses of sand. Such sand castles, which form you'll never understand. A pity.
I'm not going to write about sexuality, sex and passion, because apparently I was not proper. Maybe after graduation. Maybe when I finish eighteen years, and I will be more appreciated by all. For you too, dear reader. I suppose That, then I also imperfect trash defiant with words. You could even say that masturbating with words. But not rozpiszę much about the masturbation because I know its quite encyklopedycznie.
not write about a family on this issue because I have nothing to say. The complete emptiness when I think of all this familial bliss to spend time together. I could say that we are peculiar because they do not see each other for years, hate each other and at their funerals will be so happy as never before. Why? Just one, the only , Tiny, magical word: decline. Oh dear, let `s fuck.
In that case, what to write? About
. About how highly I do not like kids and loud talk about it all the worse pizdowate future mother polkas. I hate brats staring at me with his mindless ślepiami and waiting some response. The best fun with them.
I prefer to play with the dog.
write also about building a relationship without love and relationships built on the ruins of love. While there, stop. I was not writing about love. To write in the rest of my blog vomit in the world.
I think that I came to the heart - my site is a big tub of slops, which frankly does not deserve nor yours, nor my time.
But I still play with writing out the letters shapeless sentences. Christ, what a stupid and hopeless debilne. I will instruct

history.

ps. I know I was disappointed. I'm letting myself too.

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red lips. red wine.

on the lips I felt the smell of cherries. She stroked his lip, and reveled in the memories of piercing my last moments. Zaszumiało in my head and the heart beat a hundred times faster, causing the world began to spin in a frantic pace.
the smile of joy to me each passing pedestrian. I wanted to give away my luck, I hope I lavish all my joy.
hovered over the earth lifted the wings of music. Sounds meant that I forgot about the world around me. I was just me, joy and music.
My life is paradise. Raj. Paradise.

Kisses dear! Meg

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Gintrowski

"Friends that I did not
Which in poverty can acquaint himself invented
you that I loved
And that is to say that I lived" - P. Gintrowski