When I opened my eyes in the morning, I felt that my heart was full of what I would write. It seemed to overflow. I hurried and dressed quickly, leaving the house without breakfast. She came right up on the bus. I've come to the shop.
I met my keyboard. My keyboard is at my fingertips. Open the vast seas. End of cotton field towards clouds. I threw my hand in my heart, it was in vain. Where did he go with all that emotion, word, sentence? There's no tick. Yeah, sure. He stole it all. Even without crumbs. He came in one ear, he touched my heart, out of my other ear. She took them all on her way out. Or where is it going to fit?
The first drop in my eye fell, next fall. A pioneer of a new page, let's see what the time is. You're now in the blue, your chest in a sailboat. You put your heart in the summer expedition.
You emptied my heart. If you'd let me a little, I wouldn't have made a sound for the sake of our past days. You've made me cry before. Come back, I didn't. And I'm telling you, this is where all the emotions come from. Isn't it sin? What will they tell their confidant? Those who are not confidant like me, do not know what to write, the unread social pages?
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