Still it has become. To you. To me. In me. Something in me cries. I long for your closeness, for Dir Where are you? YOU walkedst. Your type. Your feelings. Your horizons. Your size. Your appearance. Your age. Your scent. Your honesty. I prefer mags of course. You do not notice it? They have eyes but see not. What good is it to me if you love my body but my soul want to try? I withdrew. Sure I had offers. Many. I accepted no more. Confidence? Fear? Shyness? Insult? Probably more. Did you want to make me an adventurer? "Clever is he who has seen the calamity and proceeds to conceal himself. The inexperienced but have gone further, and must suffer punishment. "How far did you go? I am looking for you, you do not see. love, how do you feel in it? Where are you? I do not see you. Why I could not get to know you really? Must in the autumn to be gray, how it will feel in the winter? "You have no one." She was right. Did she? If I wanted it so? future, I see you. When will you be available? past, I do not want see more. You were abhorrent to me. "presence, I like you. But you will need to work on you. false friend, go away and let them depend on me, where is my support? treasure, I miss you. I want to share, but You are not there. Who caresses my Soul? I would caress your. "He who walks with wise men, even way will be." Father, I miss you. And yet you're here. Have never let me go through the fire. Just as it did others. Was I blind? I'll hurt. Now it hurts me. When it will stop? It is not for a man good to see continued suffering. Where is my counterpart? I desire to share. Honey, I miss you. Past, why you believed me? Many have laid to rest. Years were taken off them. If they have come to court? Can they not come? At least they are not aware of it at all. Child running in Straight Time. Deep Purple. Appropriate? I want to cry. Go but not. Where my feelings go? From the valley of tears, I read. Powerless to act. Why? If I can not help? I was not ready. Was I surprised? How unpleasant. False friend, you're back again. Diary of why I did not write you? A serial novel would be nothing compared to Dir brother, I see your picture. I miss you. Is it 14 years ago? Ulf was 1 year ago. And Peter before 5 Ingo before 4 And in 2003 it was 6 Sister, did not I know you. How are you? I have grandchildren? Finally, there you are, so I can still. Tears. And again I miss your comforting words. Where is my treasure? "If you solve the mystery of the image able, will find a treasure "has been described. fools were going and digging for gold, which they had been promising yourself. you did not find it." buy gold refined "it says. The treasure, the true gold is the love. many understand it even now not yet. Because of their education, they must probably have their roots leave. or lack of education. Or the love of money due. Or the poverty due. It is for a person no good if it is uprooted. obsessive. If my really that limited horizon, why am I vexed? diary, You'd tell me. But I did not write yourself. Some things come back to me in the sense if it is caused by others. Is it once again a lack of Communication? If only it were not so terribly much. Do you share with me? Working up is good. I like art negotiation. Diplomacy does not need a diploma. Love not. Understanding comes through it. Through it all possible. Children come with their parents. Parents are parents to their children. Children must not be people. Family is beautiful. It is For your eyes only. Sheena Easton. It can not see all, I have to lump it. I love our radio. It has heart. And soul. I love soul. I like to be hugged. I want to be hugged. Now. Honey, where are you? I miss you. Diary, annoying me! It is not you. soul radio today there is time? There is a train after it runs nowhere. Christian Anders. I do not believe him. I think. Father has never let me down. But some things are hard to bear. It's about load. Time heals all wounds. States. But wounds heal badly beaten. If heal wounds, time has passed. How much? Caching. Not that anything comes up. Anyone looking for a place to take should not be surprised if he is not getting at home. At 17, we still have dreams. Running. Peggy March. I still dream of today. And tomorrow. I love to dream. Occupational stress and everyday tasks has made many people forget how to dream and forget. How sad. In the late winter of knowledge is painful. Woman. John Lennon. Can the play list our radios to read minds? Butterflies are no butterflies. Butterflies remind me of feelings. These little ragged men are simply cute. Are you listening to? Sometimes it sucks myself this digression. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes this creates new. Sometimes it is called "Come at last to the point". I just need my time. Who loves clears. Who loves restricts only itself, I'm like a stone? But not cold. Very slowly. Do you feel my warmth? A warm, I'm not. Although it would like to be as many. But you, you really love me. But you are not there. I long for Dir contact, I broke out. Reasons. Either you were not worth or I was not. Either you were too good for me, or I, it was me. A steady state is only good if it is beautiful. My aunt is very wise. Your name is: wisdom. Unfortunately, it is not always tangible. So I continued to wait. I would like to drink wine. Or two. With you Where are you? Candles burned not long ago. Logic is really a man's world? Emotions are really just the domain of women? I do not believe. I love spirit. Must be studied for it? Thoughts can be controlled. And unwind. Feelings too. Too bad if it becomes independent. Sometimes I write deliberately false. Sometimes not. Do you understand me? I long much to Dir Think Twice. Celine Dion. So there soul radio. Crap. On going out with me I'm not interested. to see you, I did. What will be stronger? Sets are by my false friend? I want to answer, but it is too much. To write. 'm Coming after almost with the non-reading. I think I'm addicted. A Netzoholiker. I'm at home or away? Compiler is my friend? Anyway, he is always there. My friends are missing. Honey, I miss you. How many words can handle such a blog? How many sets of readers cope? How much do you cope? You handle me? I could go on endlessly. And ask until I am satisfied. I'm insatiable? Actually I am a simple person. Simply complicated. Yesterday they said I often, I would always smile. Maybe something to it on the facade. People can be so easy. Or not. But who am I telling this to me Do you hear? If you listen, you do not miss me more and I feel filled. And you you. The world would be pink and light blue. Especially for us. We would take in shaping their own timeline, staggering through the worlds to explore horizons that time forgot, let the water flow, we get another star from the sky - in our own world. It goes very fast. Quit playing games. Backstreet Boys. Heart to heart feeling. Drafi German. The many other titles I write to you not because you can imagine it. Welch candyshop mixture. Almost 400 minutes is all the Radio Marathon. Dandy was now the HoerBarJames in our radio while I was writing these lines. What a beautiful library that was. I will write her the same. For I can be thankful. And it shows. Gratitude is something nice. Even though I forgot how it felt. I'm not tired, not giving up. Otherwise I would give up. It is just this: With you, everything is much nicer. And I would add that while I know you do not really, although I know you, that you know: Honey, I miss you. Really. Not. Because I love you.
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