All my life story, I have many memories both happy memories and the memories are painful. Every time I look back and looking back now, it makes life that once past the evil and good, and sometimes I still do not understand why? For what? I do wrong? To this day, to accept what many agree on what we create, then I feel they have fallen in love with the same thing many times, so I do every day to be happier, even though it bore on. Wash well and I do not understand about life, but it will try to pass because I choose to stop this thing I'm in.
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